So my love of politics has invited a lot of criticism,, with many fearing for my life as a vocal citizen is usually seen to be digging their own grave, well let me lie on mine! That is a story for another day anyway.. For the past weeks, Zimbabweans have been greatly affected by the massive power cuts, many now adapting to the gruesome life. No Zesa! No water! No transport! The typical working class who live in high density suburbs will agree with me that the frustration of waking up with no zesa so they can make themselves a warm meal before dashing to work is pretty exhausting. If you are not lucky enough to have a geyser it means one will have to use cold water, that is if there is any water coming out of the taps..
So one has had to have cereal with cold milk, now comes the challenge of getting transport to ferry them to their different workplaces and you are greeted by the sight of many people on the road trying to get public transport as well. So sickening!! This goes on for a week or two and your bosses cannot have any of that ''arrogant '' behaviour anymore so you are greeted by an envelope one morning giving you a three months notice. The shock!!
Well life has to move on,, so being the clever you,, one decides to turn to opening a small business in their spare room..a tuck-shop..or have a small stall by the gate. Vending seems to be the next best option.. Unannounced, you see council police looting your goods because you do not have a license to conduct your business..To get your wares back you have to pay a certain amount as a fine..To think business that day was slow! and you only have money to buy bread for the children the next day..Life has become a living hell when you have your degree certificate hanging on the roof in your house, what has become of the country??
An enterprenuer never runs out of ideas..Your friends plan a trip to Namibia to buy second-hand clothes and resell in the country.. This seems to be plan B and one follows suit, maybe life can be better.. Not long before you know it, selling of second hand clothes has been banned.. The little mouths to feed in the house cross your mind and you cannot despair.. Another plan has to be made.
For the first time you think doing things legally would be best so you opt to get a license and sell things from the neighbouring countries.. Next thing you hear is that ZIMRA has introduced duty on the things you have been getting past the boarder for free. How can life be so cruel? this means no vending, No second hand clothes, no importing.. As tired you are,, from the travelling you want a warm bath and rest but the thousand roadblocks on the road means getting home later than one had intended.. Well since the invention of phones life has become more easier, you call home and tell them they should heat water for you..All you hear from the background is that..THERE IS NO ZESA!
The heat in the furnace continues to intensify in this country..One has to either have a gas stove, solar, or generator to escape the zesa torments..As for water, one has to make sure they have somewhere to stock it for the several hours its gone.. Where there are sewer bursts, you find children playing willy nilly around that area.. Once they contaminate typhoid, your horror will not be anywhere near an end because of the service you get from the municipal clinics.. Dear Zimbabwean I hope uthwele umphako because you will spend the whole day there..
Will it ever get better?? Only God knows!!
