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Voice from Limbo
Anonymous
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Human beings are all now scavengers. Municipal refuse dumps
have since become destinations they must make on daily
basis. Human beings are now rat hunters. Holes of these now
unfortunate creatures they must explore with dint of hard
labour. They must do all these in order to get scraps of
food and rats to feed on, since poverty and hunger have left
them without other options. This is how horrible it has
become for very many of my country men and women. The last
trace of what it means to have economic prosperity in our
country must have vanished from the minds of those that
relished it. And those unfortunate to have been born after
our country was prosperous have known all along the present
calamity she is.
You may be wondering now who I am or what my name is. But I
don’t think it matters. What matters is that tears course
down my eyes each day, as agony that has taken my fellow
citizens prisoner today, get to my hearing from the very
lengthy distance that separates us. Very stubborn force of
evil that became a black man, long captured my fatherland
and has vowed to remain our Lord, filling my people’s
mouth with sand in shameless impunity. There he parades his
ignorance, distributing penury and playing God, while
presiding over our nation’s economic demise. There he goes
again, scheming to tighten his grip once again on the
throats of the hapless people he rules. Look at his
horrendous tools, which are nothing but intimidations that
transform to clamp-downs and total coups against true
democratic results and the wind of democratic change.
I tell you this, our tyrant. No dictator can cage the wind
of democratic change forever. We have had enough of your
years of misrule. Are you going to continue to rig elections
till you turn hundred? Why are you so hell bent on taking us
for granted till your last breath? Why have you allowed
power to corrupt you so absolutely to madness? No power -
drunken leader can deliver good quality governance. Get wise
and realise now that your relevance is below zero and take
your exist, at least to grab a little honour for yourself,
because you have none at the moment.
I beg of you to learn that a dictator’s brain cells can
never be viable enough to generate sound ideas to stop our
dear fatherland, from further plunge into chaos and
uncertainties. May the cries of our people melt your heart
of stone for once. These are humans that your anti-people
and undemocratic acts are crushing. Not animals. They have a
right to protest, criticise you, and demand change.
Dissident voices like mine have to flourish. Tolerate the
apposition, Mr. President. Think of numerous curses and
blames posterity will surely come to heap on your head and
relinquish power now, for progress to see the required
enabling environments to visit our fatherland.
You owe me a lot, time, because it is in your passage that
it will be revealed if my dear fatherland will again become
what it used to be. The once fertile land of our region.
Lush–green, so supportive of cultivation of many crops.
Former food-basket of Southern Africa, fuelling economic
prosperity. Not with inflation, abject poverty and
unemployment as horrible monsters they are today. I look up
to only you, time. Only you indeed, for you can turn back my
dear country to what she were in the nineties, when I fled
her.
You will bring back the good old days into Zimbabwe.
