We know not what…
I haven’t put pen to paper (figuratively speaking) in a while. I guess the depression has been getting the better of me.
For some months now, my mental picture of Zim’s future has been a blank, literally non-existent. Curiously enough, other people have come out with very similar thoughts as myself - that we can’t see anything beyond the end of the year. It’s really weird - as if Zim doesn’t exist beyond midnight on 31st December! I’ve been trying to figure it out, but it’s one of those thoughts that you can’t quite get a clear picture of. It doesn’t feel
bad, but then it doesn’t feel good either - it’s so very frustrating.
Zim has been my life for so long now - the wonderful people, the beautiful country, the great climate. Yes, things have changed - from the carefree school days of the sixties, the heartbreak and destruction of the war years, to the great hopes at Independence, and now into the decline. I can’t remember a holiday or trip outside the country that wasn’t better the moment I crossed the border back home.
Home! That just about says it all. Home - somewhere to celebrate your greatest joys, to share your sorrows, a place to settle and build great things, a place to love and be loved, to nurture justice and democracy …… and a place to stand and defend - shoulder to shoulder with your own - against that which would destroy you.
Well, we’ve been there and done most of that. Now it’s the stand and defend bit - together with our friends of all races, colours and creeds. We are know what we’re fighting for and we’re ready to see it to the end. We just don’t know what the future holds for us. All I know is, that whether we win or lose, we have been true to ourselves, to our people and to God, and in that we are - and will remain - truly blessed.
