Of Asante Sana Goodnight Mr President

The President of the Republic of Zimbabwe First Secretary of the Ruling Party, Head of State and Government, Commander-in-Chief of Zimbabwe Defence forces, Patron of The War Veterans and Chancellor of all Universities His Excellency Comrade Robert Gabriel Mugabe has resigned…….

Following unparalleled events that would rival a popular television series (except in this story no one died) which could have begun over a serving of ice cream at a rally culminating in a coup that’s not a coup; if some sources can be believed, but if I have learnt anything about the Zimbabwe situation it was that anyone who tells you they are reliably informed would probably reliably misinform you….

I am reliably informed You know nothing Batman

When it comes to the Zimbabwe Crisis/Coup that is not a coup almost every one is like Jon Snow……  You Know Nothing

Sunday Evening Former President of Zimbabwe Robert Mugabe (it feels weird writing that we have never had a former president before) scored a coup of his own he had the whole news world tuned in for hours waiting for him to announce his resignation and he had a different idea:

He finished by saying Asante Sana (thank you very much in Swahili) and bid the world Goodnight like it was business as usual and tomorrow would be a regular day at the office….

All sort of theories got thrown from impeachment to hidden agendas…

Finally though today he has resigned, the Speaker of Parliament read his resignation to members of parliament ready to start impeachment proceedings and parliament went jubilant:

 

If the parliamentarians are this happy you can imagine how the ordinary folk are rejoicing its like its carnival festivities on New Year’s Day but on Christmas day during your birthday….. What a time to be alive.

21 November 2017 I feel a certain bittersweet way, it did not have to end this way…. But Robert Mugabe had become the face of everything wrong with this country, the only president I have ever known, 93 years old still clinging onto power while some countries made room for 31 year olds, we need new blood.

Who is the former president of Zimbabwe

I know we have a long way to go to dismantle the tyranny machine and life wont miraculously get better but I have seen that people can rally behind a notion, an ideal and support and its beautiful, the same party might still be in power but our eyes have been opened….. one victory at a time 

I don’t know who our current president is, if we even have a current president? Who is running this show? I don’t know what happens next. Is this a good thing and should I be even celebrating? To be honest  I dont know but I am hopeful this is a start of a future we can believe in again……..

Mugabe Resigns

Asante Sana Mr President and Goodnight

~B

 

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Of The Solidarity March Zimbabwe

If you were having coffee with me I would ask you to picture this a stadium filled with jubilant people and the legendary Bob Marley belting  out the lyrics to Zimbabwe:

Every man gotta right to decide his own destiny

The year was 1980, the occasion was independence day 18 April

That was then…. this is now 37 years later and a 93 year old president who has been around from then.

If you were having coffee with me I would ask you, if you know when a coup is not a coup?

A coup is not a coup when the citizens rally behind their defence forces when military helicopters fly overhead and people cheer, shake hands with soldiers on their armoured personnel carriers and take selfies with them.

Fist pump military man in tank

Sando

 

meet the army zDf

Zimbabwe ZDF

ZDF military

Moyo Buhle Solidaritymarch zimbabwe

18 November 2017 history was made in Zimbabwe as Zimbabweans took the streets to march to the State House and protest an end to the Mugabe Dynasty. Zimbabweans throughout the world joined marching to Zimbwean Embassies in their respective countries.

SADC AU Mugabe

A message to SADC and the AU

 

Zimbabwe Solidarity Military

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that the euphoria is contagious, its hard not to feel a certain elation when suddenly you can say something you have always wanted to say but did not want to be charged with treason….

Our dear president why don’t you rest?

Mugabe must rest now

I will confess once upon a time he was my hero he came to our school with Prince Charles and Princess Diana, he told us he drank tea with the queen, our class recited a welcome poem…..

but you know the cliche:

“You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

So we marched

 

R. Mugabe Road

R. Mugabe Road Street Sign trashed

Of course there are the analysts and the woke crowd who will rain on our parade, tell me that we are being used to make the army look good, tell me how the same army has kept  Mugabe in power, tell me that the ruling party will still be in power tell me, how its unconstitutional, how we need to push for democracy, how to think, how to act, what to stand for……

Well I dont know what tomorrow will bring but today I will enjoy my participation I will tell my story I was there when history was being made.

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that I dont think anyone has ever seen what we witnessed here what a time to be alive.

not coup but cool Zimbabwe solidarity march

not COUP but COOL

This is not a coup its cool party let me have my moment in the sun

 

~B

PS throughout this no one was forced, no one was harmed (as far as I know) and it could easily have been mistaken for the biggest street party ever themed flags and uniforms….

 

Credits for the images Doug Coltart,  Buhle, The Guardian, Reuters

Of Dogs Playing Poker

 DisclaimerI am neither a political analyst nor an a political expert; this is simply me

Yesterday I woke up and decided I wont watch the news anymore; I am tired. Its not even that I watch a lot of it but in the past of  couple of days I have tried to keep up to date with so much, I have never neither been so much glued to my twitter feed nor watched so much ZBC (the national broadcaster…) in my entire life added together than in the past couple of days…… and most of that news was, not entirely accurate (to phrase it delicately…. because we are a polite nation even our coups are a gentleman’s coup)

Eventually I have come to the conclusion that, no one person really knows what is going on in Zimbabwe, I was (once upon a time) going to share a list on twitter accounts that I refer to as my #TheReliables for having factual non-sensational  feedback on the Zimbabwe situation but at some point they have all dropped opinion dressed up as fact….)

I have  decided not to check my newsfeed, if something important is happening, someone will tell me about it…….

How can anyone understand what the end-game when our coup that is not a coup looks like this, The Commander-In-Chief of the Zimbabwe Defence Force meets The General who wants him out:President Mugabe meets ZDF Commander and SA envoys at State House

 

 

Robert Mugabe Chiwenga Zimbabwe Herald Zimpapers

Dogs Playing Poker

Its like those “Dogs Playing Poker” paintings by Cassius Marcellus Coolidge except no one is a dog but its still a poker  game, nothing is as it seems, and just when you think it is over………. a new card shows up on the table

Word on the street is we had ourselves a nice little private school coup going on perfectly fine until of course the AU (African Union) and SADC (Southern African Development Committee) decided to intervene… a military intervention by any other name is a still a coup apparently for some reason they cant let a precedence be set………

IRREGARDLESS I know its not a real word but I just wanted to write it

Now here  we are stuck at an  impasse….. What comes after?

A Solidarity March maybe

SADC and AU Stay out of our affairs

To march or not to march…… is that even a question?

~B

PS So I lied I still check my newsfeed, what if something happens and I miss it *POKER FACE*

PhotoCredits: Zimpapers

Of Zimbabwe: A Private School Coup

When is a coup not coup? Its when the polite army officials assure you on a TV Press conference on the State Broadcaster

To both our people and the world beyond our borders, we wish to make this abundantly clear this is not a military takeover of government. What the Zimbabwe defence forces is doing is to pacify a degenerating political, social and economic situation in our country which if not addressed may result in violent conflict.

15 November 2017 history is being made

Imagine waking up to a 4am press conference by an army spokesman which basically implies they have taken over the State Broadcaster and programming for the rest of the day is reruns of old liberation songs and the press conference on loop. You can read the full speech by military spokesman  Major General SB Moyo here

We live in times of sensational journalism and fake news, rushing to break news without so much as verifying, wanting to be first with the juicy scoop. I have watched some news channels and am not surprised at the number of calls, messages and smses I have received asking me if I am safe..

APC Harare

Depending whom you ask there is a coup is underway or not, soldiers barricading access to some places, airports, boarders, parliament, the president under house arrest, the first lady may or may not have fled the country, several government officials have been detained, the president set to resign and appoint former Vice President as interim president, press conferences are coming…..

Everyone seems to know someone who knows who has it on good authority what exactly is going but everything else is pretty much hush and meanwhile the state broadcaster simply playing revolutionary songs from the war of liberation.

If a coup is going on, then it has been fairly bloodless, thats why on the streets people are calling it a coup that went to private school because so far it has not affected any of the civilians the day has been quiet but pretty much business as usual….

At the back of my head I still worry though, is this a good thing or  bad thing, how desperate are we for change that we would welcome military intervention, if my history lessons are correct, no good ever comes from an army rule but then again this is not a coup so they say, normalcy will return so they say………

How did we get here?

“There are decades where nothing happens; and there are weeks where decades happen.”

-Vladimir Ilyich Lenin

These are unprecedented times we are living in and we can only hope that peace, safety and good old common sense prevail

It has been safe for now, praying that it continues so

~B

 Photo credit: Shepard Tozvireva

Of Coffee Excuses and DIY

 

If you were having coffee with me I would welcome you like a long lost friend, you know the one, the one you have been friends with from way, way way back; the one who always has your back……

i got your back clip art

And for some reason time, space and distance same to mutually agree to keep you apart, every time you chat, the conversation begins:

Hey you…. It’s been a long time.”

You always agree to meet up, play catch up and promise to be in touch more henceforth… The conversation always ends in the same way:

Promise I’ll be in touch

Sometimes you might actually meet a couple of times and chat over the phone a night or two then time flies, life dies and its suddenly a long time later:

Hey you…. Been a long time.

It’s been 22 days since my last post, initially I was simply taking a break after completing my blog everyday challenge…. Now it’s been weeks, after you have been doing a post every day for a month; 3 weeks feels like ages….

Why have I been away? Grab a cuppa and listen up.

First of all my laptop crashed taking with it my drafts; that is not as bad as it could have been because fortunately all my works in progress are synced to my phone, onto  DropBox (provided I have internet access) and a backup hard drive.

My lil niece decided the phone was dirty and needed a bath then got distracted during the process and left the phone at the bottom of a bucket full of water. Goodnight phone.

 

My current phone is the most basic one you ever did see so couldnt access all those “clever” apps and drives.

Then my back up hard-drive started making that ticking sound of death… When I plug it in I am greeted by that “unrecognized device” notificationUSB device not recognized

I am trying to fix it….

Opening an external HDD

But everything I know about hard-drives I learnt from You-Tube so wish me luck. I have always been curious to see what’s inside them.

And I love trying out my screw driver set.

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Whats having a set of screwdrivers like these for than an excuse to screw things up….. (It sounded punnier in my head)

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that when things are going wrong don’t ask yourself if they could possibly get any worse, because they will…..

My ADSL Wifi Router decided to mysteriously stop working. I called my Internet Service Provider to come have a “look-see” at it because over the phone they kept telling me to switch it off for five minutes and then switch it on again, and I tried to explain that I have been doing that. That’s the default hack to fixing a tech gadget that’s not doing what its supposed to be doing. Switch it off and then switch it on again but of course you call this process Reboot to sound like you are doing a fancy procedure….

The technician came over and fiddled with it and pronounced

Something is wrong with it

I know something is wrong with it. What I want to know is what is wrong with it?” I asked again.

The technician pondered on that then said

“It’s not working”

So I have to get a replacement Wi-Fi Router unless if anyone knows how to or someone who can fix the ZTE ZXHN H108N Home gateway.

Oh yeah and they don’t have a guarantee for their products, its barely been 3 months and router is dead and the only explanation I could get is “it not working.” I really, really, want to know whats wrong with it, what if the next one does me up like that?

If you were having coffee with me I would tell you that our government had a cabinet reshuffle and also got a few new ministries. We now have a Ministry Of Cyber Security, Threat Detection and Mitigation. I understand how the cyber security is important but a whole ministry dedicated to it, especially when we already have a Ministry Of ICT seems like overkill and speculation on the streets is that its just a tool police the cyberspace and social media …elections are coming.

If you were having coffee with me I would ask you “Whats been happening in your neck of the woods?”

The youngest president elected is 31 Macron’s record has been broken.

Our President got selected to be a WHO Goodwill Ambassador………

**Update seems they have reversed their decision

Its been ten years since the death of South African reggae legend Lucky Dube and we still remember. My next post is a tribute post to this icon.

Temperatures have been exceedingly hot this past week if you were having coffee with, we wouldn’t be having coffee because when you open the tap the water comes out hot enough to make a cuppa without need to boil. I bet if we had hens they would lay boiled eggs… (ok maybe not that extreme…. But still its hot….)

Hey its been awhile; thanks for dropping by, promise I’ll keep in touch…..

~B

PS me teaching my niece how to make jelly because I am the fun like that.

Making Jelly

It was fun until after we were waiting for it to set she kept asking is it done yet over and over again…

“Wait an hour no make that 2 hours” I said hoping to buy time but nooooo now every five minutes she kept asking if two hours were up yet…..

 

Of Memories Of Christmas Past

Christmas is the one holiday I look forward to all year round. I see some shops have started advertising Christmas Specials, so its not too early to talk about the festive season………

You know its almost Christmas when you walk into a shop and they are playing carols and of course a Santa Claus post where you get your photo taken, sitting on s red suited guy’s lap. This is mostly kids stuff. I don’t think have had my photo taken with Father Christmas since I was in kindergarten. It used to be such a big deal and you would get a gift box too, I don’t remember if our parents paid for it, if they did they never said and we never thanked them for it.

Note to myself: This year I am definitely having my photo taken with Santa or I just might be Santa my beard is practically all white I could pull off the look.

Grey Beard

Rasta Santa

Rasta Santa

Its weird how we grow up and things that seemed to be super important when we were toddlers suddenly have less significance. All the thoughts we lose on our way to becoming adults. I can remember past Christmas holidays from my childhood as if they happened just yesterday but I can hardly remember my last Christmas. If baby me met grown up me I wonder if I would like or even recognize me…..

Growing every Christmas we got new clothes, new shoes and then a gift probably a toy or board game. You would wake up on Christmas morning and you could practically smell Christmas. Christmas smells like my mum’s baking; a multi-coloured cake we called The Rainbow cake. I thought it looked a touch hideous but my grandmother loved it to bits so every Christmas it showed up; it was tradition.

I remember grandma telling me the story of how a saviour was born in a stable and lay in manger and how we must not forget the true meaning of why we celebrate Christmas,

nativity manger scene

if it was not true then why do all the cows and goats wake up facing east, on Christmas mornings they watch the sunrise; to honour a king.

livestock facing the rising sun

look east

I never saw them actually do this and grandma used to laugh when I asked and she would say I was not waking up early enough…. I haven’t seen them do it but I tell the story anyway…. Just like how at midnight of the New Year, if you listen very carefully you can hear the New Year starting like a distant rumbling or earth quake….

Whats Christmas without a tree?

Christmas Tree

Whats a Christmas tree without decorations?

Christmas decor

 

Christmas decorWhats Christmas breakfast without tea with jam and bread and cake

Sun Jam on bread

Whats Christamas without memories like these:

family

family

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Christmas seems like an affair for children but don’t be fooled, the older generation are moved beyond words at a chance to see their children with their children’s children and possibly their children’s children’s children since it now seems we only ever gather like this at funerals….

Writing this post has put me in the festive spirit and this Christmas I will definitely put in the effort, I’ll even buy cards and post them, I’ll dress up in a red jump suit and give gifts, I will tell stories and create timeless memories……

Stay festive

~B

PS and of course a barbecue…..

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Day 25 Blog everyday challenge

Of Watering Roots

Of Watering My roots

From the Earth we are born to the Earth  we return

–Dust to Dust

I have always found a certain poetry in the symmetry of life…. (Truth be told I see poetry even in the most mundane of places)

my roots firmly anchored

blooming where I am planted

The ground beneath our feet, the ground we walk upon, we have a special connection to it, it nurtures us in ways we cannot begin to fathom. There is a reason why where you come from is called the Motherland;

it gave birth to you,
it mothers you
and when your journey is finished,
you return,          
where it all started,
to the beginning,
a child of the soil (Mwana Wevhu)
or as my friend Masimba would prefer we call it Soil Child (Mwanavhu)

 

We are no less children of the Earth than the plants and the trees, with their roots digging deep, anchoring them. Our roots, start where we come from, it’s a part of our identity, our heritage, past and beginning. How can you truly know, where you going? If you don’t know where you have come from and why you are where you are now?………

Your roots just like those of any plant need watering.watering garden beetroot

For us culturally, it’s a natural question to ask when you meet someone; where they come from, (kumusha) to find out if you are possible kin and possibly get an insight on what to expect from you. Yes, a geographic location by itself wont define your character but generally people in the same locale tend to behave in the same way, speak the same dialect have similar beliefs, its the psychology of socialisation.

When you are asked where you come from (unobva kupi?) its not simply asking you where your home is or where your parents are? Its asking you where your family tree starts, where your kin are?…..

I come from Masogwe; Neshuro in the Mwenezi District of the Masvingo province; Zimbabwe.

Africa Earth

neshuro, Zimbabwe, Southern Africa

Google maps can even zoom into our family homestead,

Masogwe eshuro

its impressive and just a little bit scary. No one is there now, but this where my paternal grandparents lived. We would visit every school holiday and every Christmas, without failure.

They are departed now and the family doesn’t meet as often as it used to. Mostly we now meet there for funerals, that’s the sad truth. The last time I was there was Christmas 2016, it wasn’t a funeral it was just to meet and catch up, a cow was slaughtered and for a little bit felt like the Christmas of yesteryear….

cooking a traditional feast

We made promises that this year we would visit more, but its been nine month and I haven’t returned, I feel like a prodigal child sometimes. It might be because its just a place and no one is there anymore, or its even worse or we slowly forgetting were we come from?

Have we lived so long in the “modern” world, we cant go back to a place where there is no electricity, (but there is a cellphone network service), it is drought prone area, in the natural region 4 and 5 temperatures are scorching hot all year round.

masogwe

That means water is hard to find, you go to a borehole quite far away to fetch water and when it rains you give thanks, because you water is life.

Borehole Bush pump

There is a mountain, it is quite mysterious, it seems volcanic in nature although they say in Zimbabwe the are no volcanic mountains but I constantly wonder about this one.

Zhanje Mountain, Neshuro

Zhanje Mountain, Neshuro Zimbabwe

When it gets really hot and dry, smoke can be seen smouldering at its peak, sometimes a red glow can be seen on a moonless night, as if its about to erupt and every time it does this you know it will rain soon, it always rains…..

I worry the next generation will forget this little intricacies and the meaning behind all these mysteries, my grand parents took all their secrets with them and I write a few of them and that is why I write, so that I never forget and one day some will remember……

This is how I water my roots

~B

Day 19 blog every day challenge

Of The Unchanged Changing World

The unchanged changing world

Or is it the changing unchanged world.

Nothing stays the same, everything changes but its somehow weird how the more things change the more they stay the same.

change ahead road sign

Change

We fight the same wars over and over again, the battles change names, but the war is still the same. We want freedom, our rights to have rights, to liberate ourselves, we want equality, to learn from our past, to move on from our past, we want our land back, our votes to count, our elected leaders to deliver the promises they made during campaigns but most of all what we want is peace of mind……

My parents and their parents before them grew up in a world where settlers took our land and they become second class citizens in their own countries. You invite someone to your table, to share a meal and they help themselves to the biggest piece of meat, you tell them to feel at home anyway and they kick you out of your own home…..

The war of liberation came, lives were lost, blood was shed and on 18 April 1980 Rhodesia became Zimbabwe.

Zimbabwe Independence Day 18 April 1980

Reconciliations were mad,e we moved from the past we faced the future. It would have been perfect had the victory been more than in name, yes we got independence but we did not get our land back nor the means of production, and twenty years down the line we still had not. The imperial government that once colonised us refused to honour its promise to help finance the land reforms.

The 2000 Elections were coming up, the ruling party was losing the support of its war veteran base and the opposition party was gaining ground and asking why almost 20 years later we still did not have control of our farms, we did not have our land. The government started a new land reform and land redistribution act, a new war dubbed “Third Chimurenga: Hondo Yeminda” (war for farms) farms belonging to white farmers were  invaded. Settler farmers were forcibly removed, it was messy business, it was something that needed doing but it could have been handled better but hey we got our land back, right? Maybe………

The ruling party government got to decide who got the farms and who didn’t and that’s mostly senior government officials and some loyal party supporters. We might have got our land back but its still in the hands of a few and some of those seem to not even know what to do with it, the blame is on droughts, climate change and lack of funding for inputs….

37 years later we have our land, we have our independence but it feels like the same battles  over and over not all citizens are equal and people’s rights get violated, a cloud of oppression hangs about and we blame sanctions, sanctions are easy to blame, sanctions are enforced by countries that seat on boards of organisations who probably don’t like us much, who grant us our independence with one hand and steal our economic freedom with the other.

  • excerpt from Confessions Of An Economic Hitman by John Perkins

Sanctions are easy to blame because Sanctions will not come and knock at your door in the middle of the night and  arrest you for inciting civil disobedience or causing unnecessary alarm and despondency.

Elections are coming up next year and if history is anything to go by the same presidential candidate has been winning, so will probably win, how can he not, lest we forget, he gave us our independence we are forever grateful how can we be anything else…..

The world changes and everything stays the same…….

~B

Day 17 Blog everyday challenge

photo credit Zimbabwe Independence :Victoria Falls Guide

Of 5 Things About Zimbabwe

Five things i wish you knew about Zimbabwe:

Things I wish you knew about Zimbabwe

  1. It is not a jungle.

Believe it or not I have been asked several times, if I see wild animals when I look outside the window.

If you want to see to see wildlife, you go to the a national park, you wont be disappointed. Once upon a time someone even asked me how I was on the internet….. Zimbabwe is a developing country, yes it has some areas more developed than others but we are not in the dark ages. I cringe when I watch a movie and they reference it as a some place it really not; we don’t live in trees and yes we have internet.

Trees in Africa unity Square Harare

Africa Unity Square trees

  1. Our hearts are warm as the tea brewed from our heart-shaped country
A teapot shaped country south of africa

A teapot shaped country

The economy might be free falling, cash is in short supply and you will wait for a long time at the bank to get the daily minimum, but amidst all the trials our hearts are in the right place on the left side like they should be. We are a nation of kind, tolerant and peace-loving people, with a humorous nature we laugh at the lemons life throws. The capital city of Zimbabwe, Harare is known as the Sunshine City.

harare sunshine city

Sunshine City

 

the Jacaranda trees in bloom Harare

The Jacaranda Trees in bloom

 

  1. We are not our president nor our first lady.

Don’t judge us by the actions of our president, and we are not our president’s keeper too. Please don’t ask me when we are going to vote him out or why we still keep him in power. If you have questions for him,  you can ask him yourself.

  1. We are a nation of educated people

Don’t be fooled by the jobs we are willing to do to put bread on the table, you would be quite shocked to find that the person who hands you a flyer advertising something at the traffic lights is a university  graduate.

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At some point our country we might have the highest literacy rate in Africa, last time i checked according to UNESCO we were just shy of making it in to the top ten list.

Also don’t ask me how for a nation of such educated beings we managed to let our country get into a such state……

  1. The Victoria Falls is in Zimbabwe.

Victoria falls mosi oa tunya

Well my Zambian friends might have some say in that….. but hey the Victoria Falls boarders Zimbabwe and Zambia so its both there and here.

The Victoria falls is a breath-taking site, locals call it Mosi oa Tunya , meaning The Smoke that Thunders…..  its the largest body of falling water by volume and something one just has to see fro themselves even attempt to bungee jump or dare the Devil’s Pool.

~B

 

Visit Zimbabwe some time I promise you wont regret it maybe we might even hang out and have a real cup of coffee together……

 

 

photo Credit Victoria Falls

City of Harare photos view from Africa Unity Square courtesy of Tendai

Of Tomorrow: A Place A day Away

Tomorrow comes, when tomorrow comes……

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I dream of tomorrow a place better than today and then I wake up tomorrow is today, tomorrow never comes……

The future is filled with tomorrows that become today, a day at a time.

Life is a poetry of possibilities,

Fused with expectations and uncertainties.

Tomorrow comes. And how often can a man say that? “Every night, because tomorrow always comes everyday, after every night”

I live in a world where planning ahead is hard. Our economy is burning, hard cash in hand is worth more than money in the bank, and everybody is running a hustle. In 2008 a bank apocalypse happened; savings and pensions eroded in value to nothing; overnight, and everyday feels like a day away from the same thing happening all over again…..

Tomorrow comes when tomorrow comes.

Tomorrow never waits.

By the time my parents were my age,

they had:

three children,

 two cars,

 one house

and a dog named Bingo…..

I loved that dog, a German Shepard big and mean looking but gentle as kitten, unless it felt we were threatened, strangers, suspicious characters, the odd postman. Today I cant afford to keep a pet, I cannot even afford to feed myself three square meals plus snacks, the kind of diets we had growing up.

My parents had this life thing on track, they had life policies, invested in shares and those pension plans which pay out a windfall 25+ odd years later. The economy crashed and all that turned to a little less than pocket change.

Today I found a dividend cheque in the mail, it should have been paying my mum a neat little windfall back in the original economy…. but today it pays out USD$1.40

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And I ask myself where do I even begin to plan for my retirement, one day I would like to do something really nice for my mum, like by her car to replace the one I know she sold to send us all to school but never told us about… maybe tomorrow I will.

Next year we have elections… the ruling party candidate is the current president, he has been president all my life, he turns 93 in February. Zimbabwe will decide and it seems everything awaits that; what comes after…? Politics in Africa is a messy affair.

And still I dream of tomorrow, a place not like today, or yesterday… a place where things are better…

~B

Day 5 of my blog everyday challenge