Talking of serious corruption…sorry ehh stealing, if not robbery
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
It is hot in Harare
It’s hot in Harare. I don’t remember it ever being this hot. Maybe it’s not so much that it’s so hot but that there are no cool drinks to quench the thirst, no water at home to take a cool shower with and no happy people on the street to share a joke with.
It’s hot. I felt the heat when I went out at lunch. The sweaty heat in the masses of people at CABS First Street- waiting for their money, waiting for the quenching of a thirst that they no longer acknowledge. Read more
