Don’t shed a tear
If I die this year
Dont Shed a tear
It was my turn
like seasons change
They’s a reason for my demise
Never to rise again
Feel the rain on my skin
Pain heals Read more
It’s all coming back to me now
Usually when I endeavour to recall my early life in its entirety, I find that it is not possible. It’s like ascending a hill to survey the prospect before me on a day of heavy cloud and shadow and seeing at a distance, now here, now there, some feature in the landscape, a hill or some wood or tower or spire, touched and made conspicous by a transitory sunbeam while all else remains in obscurity. The scenes, people and events I am able by an effort to call up do not present themselves in order, there is no order, no sequence or regular progression - nothing , in fact but isolated spots or patches, brightly illuminated and vividly seen, in the midst of a wide shrouded mental landscape.
It is easy to fall into the delusion that few things thus distinctly remembered and visualised are precisely those which made a mark in my life, and on that account were saved by memory while all the rest has been permanently blotted out. That is indeed how our memory serves and fools us, for at some period of a person’s life, when in a rare state of mind, some scenes, people and events maybe revealed to us by a miracle that nothing is blotted out. Read more
On the ark
you guys thanks a milion for such an interesting discussion, I thought i was the only one haunted with the possibility of zimbabweans having a link with the biblical israel!!!!
Phanuel Mverengwi new blog
Please note that I am now blogging at
http://phanuelmuverengwi.blogspot.com
Thanks.
Zimbabwe: Queues of Despair
If a Martian landed in Harare, Zimbabwe’s capital today, he would certainly be taken aback by the length and number of human queues.
Like garden worms, the human queues twist and turn throughout the city, blocking traffic as people wait to get a chance to get money from their bank accounts.
The queues start early in the morning and last well into the night. As long as people think there is a faint chance to get a hold of their cash, they remain huddled in the queue.
If anything, human queues have become an additional indicator of the collapse of the Zimbabwean nation state, in particular, the financial system.
Due to a multi-billion percent inflation, the Zimbabwean government is no longer able to meet the paper money needs of its citizenry. Read more
Zimbabwe’s education system endangers students
It’s official: Zimbabwe’s educational system is now in the morgue. The state of our education system is clear testimony to how self-destructive Zimbabwe has become. In a word, Zimbabwe is structurally deficient and in a desperate need for repair and construction.
The idea that we have a generation of young people who are receiving a half-baked education is at best, preposterous, and at worst, downright mindlessly stupid.
The failure of the education sector, like many other sectors in Zimbabwe, is a mere revelation that our country is going down the tubes. And in the process, we’ve become like an alcoholic bent on hanging onto to self-suicidal behaviour.
The picture is grim, to say the least. Teachers have abandoned schools. There are no books in schools. Infrastructure is delapidated, and in the erstwhile so-called elite schools such as Prince Edward etc. standards are going to the dogs. Read more
