I am too abused to celebrate

September 12, 2008 by Born Free ·
Filed under: Politics

The news that Mugabe, Tsvangirai and what’s his name, yes, Mutambara have finally signed a deal hit me on a very bad day. Actually, any day these last few months would have been just as bad: Hungry. Tired. Hopeless.

I just feel so tired from the long wait, so abused by all the things that have battered me- the queues I have had to stand in, the long nights without power, the mornings without bread, the pain of going to the hosiptal and coming back without any treatment, the shock at seeing grown women’s beaten up semi-naked bodies in the newspapers.

There we were in March, having done our best to send the message home. Cheated.

There we have been through the years. Pushing. Fighting. Praying. Hoping. Cheated.

After watching the last ten years of my life waste away, I found I did not have the energy to celebrate this news. All I had were questions. How does this change thinks for my hungry grandmother in Kezi? How does it heal the anguish of a generation denied bread, education, health care, electricity and a caring leader?

But perhaps I shouldn’t ask such questions. Perhaps I should leap in the joy that it’s all over. Then again, is it?

Tell the world: