This is hard talk about Zimbabwe and I come responsibly and in peace: I talk what I witnessed and do not speak for the majority. I can only say my commitment to my country maybe overestimated (by me) but its real. I love Zimbabwe and my heart bleeds. I have a certain pain I cannot explain. The sort of pain only a Zimbabwean may feel. That pain that makes me deeply despise all those who contributed to the suffering of Zimbabwe. The pain which asks why we had sanctions. The pain which makes me oblivious and makes it impossible for me to like anyone who called for sanctions. The pain which despises any sort of sanction on any person. The sort of pain which asks me why together with many I became globe trotter, the Zimbabwean working outside Zimbabwe. The pain which asks why there was need for a special visa permit for Zimbabweans in South Africa. The helpless pain. The pain which makes me say I will not bring a child into this pain. The pain which makes me ask myself every morning, Who will save my lost inheritance, the inheritance of my children, the children I am hesitant to have, the future?. When I was in the diaspora I was one of those positive Zimbabweans who believed that Zimbabwe was a totally functional state destroyed by the media. I came back to Zimbabwe and the reality was painful, I totally got lost and confused. How could this be? I asked myself. I once went to a ministers office to complain about the treatment of children and he said to me uchabuda muno uchisekerera zvakaita vamwe vakaita sewe vanofunga kuti they defend rights,he dismissed my complaint out-rightly, I was perplexed, what is the role of the minister let alone the state faced with complaints from citizens? On the other hand in civil society, I saw verbal, fist fighting and corruption how could this be? I had so much hope and I was totally, totally crushed. On the other hand my church split into two based on allegations of corruption, abuse of congregates and women as well as fraud. It was my church, the one I offered my 2 cent coin and sacrificed my freezit since I was a child. They started fighting and never realized they were fighting my sanctuary, my support. They destroyed everything. Then the human rights defender awards? The outcry that an NGO gave a politician the award of human rights defender of the year. The award exposed what had always bothered me, the intersection between churches, civil society and the state. How should we correlate and who has what role? Each of them seemed to be in some disturbing unison, the one that disadvantages citizens. In total pain I confided in a Zimbabwean Professor and said help me, I need help, I am in pain. I should not be in pain, these wars are not mine, I must focus on doing my best in reply he said, go and teach no one controls what I teach in the classroom, I did not know what to say, I just moved on.
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 17:27:09 +0000
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