An unreal type of life

People have disappeared and in the comfort of my electrified home, with the e
ase of running water and the reassurance of a fridge full of food, I can sit here and pretend that all is well in this country of ours… This is me, here in Zim, trying to divorce myself from the African reality rather than judge it with the eyes of someone from an outside world where nobody queues for bread, sugar, water and whatever other precious commodity has become unavailable.

How do you make real an environment where the norm is people denied food, shelter and any basic human need?

Untold suffering in Zimbabwe is currently being swept under the carpet of the lunatic dictator. The intensity of victimization is devious with a government that brazenly lies and gets away with it time and time and time again.

Yet a strange calm has settled upon the land. I don’t know if it’s the calm before the storm or just simple resignation. I see people so downtrodden that any hope for the future or belief in simple human dignity is dead and gone. This is a mindset that is so deeply entrenched that it is seemingly impossible to change, how do you breathe hope back into Zimbabwe’s heart?

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