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.
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.
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.
While the world was going crazy over the death of Cecil the lion in Zimbabwe, a man trudged from what was his home only a month ago, chased by the government that ‘gave him the land’in the first place. Looking back, his children hung their