We in Zimbabwe have a rare opportunity and like my mama always said: be grateful for everything you have. How many people can run around naked in the middle of the night? Witches have been doing it for years and I assure you, it’s quite an experience. You will feel alive, the cool air permeating the hair of your nether regions, and said nethers swinging, dangling and slapping like Adam chasing Eve for a peach. I usually do my run at 20:25; five minutes before ZESA is scheduled to come back on. The course takes me 15 minutes and no one has ever seen my goods.
The time is gone for Africa to insist she exists in a vacuum. We need to have some standard of reasonableness in our social and political structures, which I think is the reason we keep pretending to have embraced democracy (Nigeria gets a free-pass this time around).
Let’s agree on the basics: health delivery, electricity and education can be a start, then we add WI-FI to that list later.
Power shortages have been haunting African countries individually, and collectively, for years now. The whole of the SADC region is struggling to generate electricity for its 277 million people, yet the problem has been evident for years now.
Had our leaders possessed the mind of these two ladies, maybe by now they could have come up with solutions for the benefit of their citizens. Instead, some take advantage of problems to discredit the next leader or to prove that they are economic and strategic thinking experts.
I am not saying there is anything wrong with one trying to prove themselves as innovative leaders. Yes crisis situations are very good opportunities to show how one mastered the art of problem solving. However in some cases we should think beyond getting a pat on the back for being the wise one.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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).
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.
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.