1440 hrs- Someone heard my prayer
As if to answer my prayer about the heat, the clouds rolled in- looking angrier than the sun. Now it’s raining in Harare. Thank you God.
Now, how about that political and economic heat…
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
