The men sit in the house waiting to be served while the women slave away all day – peeling, chopping, cooking, cleaning and minding the children. The men discuss important matters and call for more beer every once in a while…
Every member of the community who was older than you had to be respected, and it would not be surprising if the neighbour decided to pull you back in line with a firm slap to the face when you were found on the wrong side of the law.
As long as these homeless youths are allowed free reign, the streets of Harare remain unsafe for women who can only pray that some caring citizen is willing to play vigilante when it happens to them.
Someday I might have kids of my own. For them, their grandparents’ home will be a suburb in Harare. The idea of a rural home will be practically meaningless
How many lives should we lose before the authorities change their tactics in the endless war on errant taxi drivers?
Bronco is sold in small bottles (100 ml) each with a street price of one dollar. For just a buck, a jobless youngster can forget his hardships – momentarily. At face value we can blame the drug users, which is the expected thing to do in the circumstances. Nobody is forced to take drugs.
However, the government has let down the youths through misplaced policies and discriminatory funding schemes. We have all heard about government’s so called ‘youth empowerment funds.’ But, like all other state assistance, the money goes into the hands of the lucky few who have the right sort of loyalty.
Accordingly, it is of paramount importance for the nation to look into the broader picture of the problem of drug and substance abuse if ever there will be success in burying the menace. With no fair distribution of resources to youths, high unemployment figures and unaffordable education fees, the problem of drug abuse will remain.
Who then is to stay and develop what we grew up around? Definitely not our urban councils who have evidently failed already.
Looking at it, if anyone who has come from the hood and is proud of their area enough to develop them, our ghettos will not be in the sorry state they are.
How can we stand and watch while all the recreational facilities like community centres and swimming pools have been turned into places where residents go in to dump their waste, when council vehicles do not pitch to collect them?
I feel it is the duty of us as residents, as much as it is for the councils, to make our areas habitable.
Comrade Motomuzhinji received military training in Kariba and Hwange, where he excelled in the modules of Light-giving, Electrocution and Food-warming. After independence, Comrade Zesa Motomuzhinji worked in the President’s office – a euphemism for the dreaded CIO – where he assisted in the interrogation department.
The secret service owe a great deal to Comrade Zesa, who could always be trusted to persuade enemies of the state – sell-outs, collaborating with the British to destabilise the country – to divulge their deepest secrets, once a pair of electric wires were attached to their lower extremities.
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.
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.