Posted on 10/26/2008 4:55:13 AM PDT by Clive
Dear Family and Friends,
Every day ends in Zimbabwe with the most magnificent golden sunset at this time of the year. As the sun drops over the horizon we are bathed in orange, copper and caramel and are then so spoilt to witness a magnificent vista of stars light up our night skies. Some evenings the wattled plovers call in alarm as someone walks near their nests, other evenings the bats swoop over the garden catching insects but every night I think of a friend who has now left who told me that no matter how bad things got, I should keep looking up!
Looking for a telephone number in my address book the other day I got distracted by the names of people who needed to be erased as they aren't in the country anymore. In the last eight years all of my immediate and extended family members have gone; my lawyer, doctor, optician and chiropractor have emigrated; the vet I took my animals to has left so has the electrician, plumber and car mechanic. Nurses and teachers that I knew are gone, so has a physiotherapist, radiographer and three pharmacists. The farms where I bought meat, eggs, fruit and vegetables have all been taken over and none of them produce anything for sale at all anymore - they have been reduced to dusty weed lands housing a few desperately poor subsistence farmers and their families. The two huge agricultural companies where I bought tools, seed, fertilizer and equipment are all but empty. The stock feed companies where I bought cattle and chicken food, flour, salt and maize meal for many years now have nothing at all to sell, not even a bag of dog food. The polythene factory has closed down, two transport companies have gone, a butchery, abbatoir, florist, sports shop and school outfitters have closed down. The nursery where I used to buy tree seedlings has collapsed and the flower nursery has gone too and then of course come the friends and neighbours who have left. Page after page in my address book the names are felled and each one is crossed out with a heavy heart. How far Zimbabwe has fallen and all because a handful of people are so determined to stay in power.
For the last eight years those of us who have managed to stay in Zimbabwe have been deeply traumatized witnessing the break down of communities and the collapse of our country. Most days we don't know how, when or if, it will ever end and if we can ever be "normal" again. At the same time, the millions who have left the country are just as traumatized by everything they've left behind: families, friends, pets, homes, memories and simply that feeling deep in your soul that you are at home. I can't wait for the day when I can write to the millions of Zimbabweans scattered all over the world and say: come home, we are ready to rebuild. Sadly that time has not come yet, we hope it will be soon.
Until next time, thanks for reading, love cathy.
Thank you again for your time in posting these letters.
Regards.
No guns, either place. The goons got there first.
Show me a place where the people have arms and they are starving.
It was a tax revolt that ran amok after the Crown badly handled its response to the colonials' agitation.
How about a tax revolt/ religious freedom revolt that turned into an organized revolution?
you are right I am sorry about that.
Certainly the educated entrepreneurial class - one hesitates to use such emotionally-loaded phrases as bourgeoisie - has departed, taking with it what little might be salvaged in terms of know-how from that prostrate land. In terms of the revolutionary Marxism that empowered Mugabe, that should open the way for peace and prosperity. In fact it offers the equality of crippling poverty and starvation. Thus "social justice."
It isn't, actually, a mere "handful" of people who are effecting this tragedy as Buckle seems still to hope. It's practially everyone who is left with any semblance of political power including Mugabe's opposition. Anyone attempting to rebuild this eviscerated country will find that he or she doesn't have all the pieces anymore. They're dead or gone or both.
There is nothing left in Zimbabwe except a chance to robbed and murdered. So why is this person still there?
You read my mind. Very scary.
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