Bereft, desolate, helpless and hopeless
… just a few of the adjectives I could use to describe my current state of mind as I choke from the veil of evil that cloaks our beloved Zimbabwe. The hunger is palpable, the catatonic stares of its people should haunt the world, their muted cries go unheard and still nothing is done.
Talk is easy, action it seems is unlikely to materialize.
The churches are desperately trying to stretch their meager resources to bring a little sustenance to the starving masses made homeless by the very government that arrogantly states it has done no wrong.
How dare Mbeki even consider propping up the man who has with monstrous design crafted the impoverishment of those he claims to represent. I wonder if this devil is able to sleep at night with the blood of innocent victims now a sea around him. How does he kiss his own children on their way to school when he has stolen the future from the hundreds of thousands of children denied shelter and nourishment, children his government have declared trash and maggots.
I pray one day this evil man is forced to answer for his crimes and that his children will rightly reject their tainted heritage, the term father is made corrupt when used in connection with the murderer mugabe.
