I fear the simmering pot will boil over into anarchy and chaos
My voice on the blog has been inert, silent, saddened and more than anything overwhelmingly depressed. Intellectually, of course I knew the elections would be stolen and rigged, but in my heart of hearts I harbored foolish hope – I so prayed for a bright future for our bedeviled nation and our impoverished people.
This morning, as usual, I logged on to check the international news and I was outraged that once again Zimbabwe is on the United Nations Human Rights Commission – now it is confirmed that the whole world has gone mad. Would you invite Joseph Mengele to run the WHO or Osama Bin Laden to oversee UNICEF? I long ago lost hope in the integrity of our neighbours, but one was able to maintain a modicum of hope in the United Nations - that hypocritical body should be immediately dismantled and relegated to the dustbin of history as yet another failed attempt by the world to work for peace.
How do I tell my children that this is the way of the world? How do I instill in them a sense of trust in authority and democracy? How do I face the starvation, depredation and suffering in my home city? Where do I turn to for help?
Selina laughed nervously this morning when we discussed the country’s empty grain silos, what else can she do? She suggested that perhaps her children can eat the carcasses of Chinese jets, ak47 bullets or the dirt of untilled farms.
The people of Zimbabwe are wracked with fear and misery but remain cowed by the dictatorship that clutches them in its grips. No food, no fuel, no jobs, no health, no education. The regime clings to power oblivious by trodding on the backs of starving children and turn deaf ears to the nation’s grieving voice.
I fear that the simmering pot will boil over, giving rise to anarchy and chaos, the prospect which has the regime gleefully rubbing its hands over as an excuse to exercise martial law. All I can do right now is pray – may the madness soon end.
