Monthly Archives: September 2015

Catching up to changing times

We have a very sunny and windy nation which can easily provide us with clean energy and reduce the global warming causing our climate change; again no plans are being made to take advantage of this.

We may hide behind the dead economy gimmick, but then is it about the money we currently have or making plans for the future and having enough conviction to try by all means to implement them?

And before we go on ahead to national planning we should also plan our own lives as individuals and small communities or business entities, looking at the environment and where it’s likely headed.

A trip to Home Affairs

I couldn’t help thinking, in a perfect world the Home affairs should not turn a blind eye on the fact that corruption is something real, it’s breeding at their offices.
It’s hard not to think that the unnecessary bureaucracy is a ploy to motivate people to take the corrupt route.
Decentralizing of duties is also important; the first queue, where I spent over two hours, was only to see the Supervisor who would tell you what office to go to. Seriously.

A Harare without litter

Yes we do not have the best service delivery, but what can we do to help out, noting the little resources our council has to work with?

I’m sure, if money permitted, they could sweep the streets maybe three times a day, but would it be a wise use of resources when we can just place our litter in the right places?

There are other areas that need money more urgently, like revamping the water supply. I’m taking my stand against littering, and if everyone else joins in then there won’t be need for sweeping.

Zanu PF women's league members sing and dance

What I want as a Zimbabwean youth

Please allow me to be, and refuse to cheer and clap at every syllable that will come out of your mouth in the name of an important address.

I don’t want to pretend to approve of all the nonsense you are going to be churning out in between sips of mineral water, while the rest of us roast under the scorching sun with smelly armpits and sweaty foreheads.

Just for this one day, I want that which you share amongst yourselves. That which I hear is for the veterans.

ZANU PF youth league in 2013

When politics trumps the law

We were greeted by a raging fire in the eyes of the ‘comrades’ who were setting up base. I remember being shoved to the dust as we stepped inside, a slap on my cheek for trying to protest, and a kick on my ribs for ‘disrespecting’ musangano (the gathering).

Zimbabwe vendors and informal traders

What happened to our empathy?

But that nostalgia is not enough to divert my attention from the traders, whose families are at living in uncertainty right now: the children who may fail to go to school, the man whose family may become homeless after failing to pay his rent, and the old woman who will not receive any supplies from her daughter as a result of the fire own my mind right now.

With hundreds of workers losing their jobs overnight because of the recent Supreme Court ruling, the home industry was probably becoming the next ray of hope for some. It probably still is.

Letter to my teacher

I talk to them, they don’t want to hear it anymore, they don’t want to hear of “childhood fancies”. They want to talk about “real life”.
I ask myself; is it right to give up so young? No it can’t be. We can still dream, our lives are still right in front of us, the best is yet to come.

Harare’s ticking health time bomb

Not so long ago, the city was hard hit by cholera and typhoid, diseases that can easily spread through the ideal conditions at the eating spots. The City Council seems to be turning a blind eye while the council police and ZRP officers fatten their pockets from bribes from the restaurant owners, but it seems people are quick to forget.

The restaurant owners’ excuse is the high licensing fees, high cost of implementing health and environmental standards that restricts them from operating proper businesses.