Disabled communities
April 11th, 2011
I have met many people with different kinds of disabilities, some as the result of genetics, others from accidents and still more whose lives have been crippled due limited choices and lack of freedom. A community with not much opportunity for the future is as disabled as a community of people who cannot hear or see or walk.
Every time I walk down the streets of my home town, I see people selling tomatoes, bananas or a few small sweets. The dollar or 50 cents per day they earn is for sure a fortune to these people.
But then I ask myself: Is this what all these people wished for?
Are they living their dream lives or are they just victims of their nation’s crisis?
They have been crippled, their visions and plans destroyed by the hopeless streets of Zimbabwe.
Is this where most young Zimbabwean’s dreams will take them? Are they heading anywhere or they are going to end up like most people on the streets, once big dreamers and now crippled? Will they grow older with certificates, degrees and diplomas hanging on the walls of their bedrooms never living the lives they never hoped for?
The thought ever in their minds: “I hate being a school leaver.”
