Don’t matter

June 10, 2009 · Posted in I was just thinking, Poetry · Comment 

Through this currency
My dreams and hopes
Don’t matter
As the politicians get fatter
I look at my skinny son
A reflection of my situation
I pray for my salvation
A whole nation in my position
On the brink of starvation
Our ambitions
Dont matter
To the corrupt politicians
As they seek higher positions
They don’t listen to our questions
In their quest to stay in power
They come to our ghetto election time
To address the poor
Like ghetto veterans
Jive talking slang
Giving temporary handouts
With promises of land
They dont understand
Their dreams and hopes
For this land
Don’t matter to me

Talking of serious corruption…sorry ehh stealing, if not robbery

November 14, 2008 · Posted in Strange but true · Comment 

Read this carefully. You might be a victim someday. Last Saturday, I woke up early to get into town, so as to go to Masvingo where I had some bigger plans going on. I had no Z$ on me, but carried a ‘reasonable’ sum of ‘greens and marara’, so life gets easier for me on the road. Buses and lifts are being charged especially in R (the Masvingo route).

Well, it happened this way. I was with this friend of mine. I realised I didn’t even have the Z$ to board a kombi to Mbudzi- to catch a lift to Masvingo. My friend gave me Z$. Along the way…when we were parting, I reached out for my wallet, and pulled out a ‘green note’, and handed it to him. I walked along Chinhoyi St. from Speke to R.Mugabe, (just near where I wanted to board a kombi) when I realised I was being followed…by a uniformed policeman. He stopped me and said, “What did you do?” Three more uniformed and one plain clothed officers  appeared, with one accusing me of trading in forex. One shouted I should be handcuffed. Read more

Hope and lessons for Zim from the Desiderata

Commuter Omnibuses, Harare (PHOTO: FUNGAIFOTO)

Commuter Omnibuses, Harare (PHOTO: FUNGAIFOTO)

An elderly lady was breathing fire the other day. Kombi fares had shot up in the last hour she had come into town, and now on her return trip home, an astronomical fare had come into place. All she wanted to know was why? Did the hwindis, “loaders” and rank marshals think that money grew on some Zimbabwean trees that only they knew?

Needless to say the response she got from one hwindi in particular was less than savoury. It bordered on contempt and gross disrespect for her gender and age. That set her off.

Then she said, “Munoti muZimbabwe mazara huori, saka regai tese tiite huori, asi tiripo vamwe vasina kuora!” (Roughly, you say that Zimbabwe is now full of corruption, so there is nothing wrong with being corrupt, but after everything we have been through, some of us are still not corrupt…” Read more