Hello? Can anyone hear us? Or have we become an echo.

​Hello? Can anyone hear us? Or have we become an echo.

Once upon a time.. Zimbabwe was a beautiful tourist destination. Covered in flowers, an overwhelming heat and one of the seven wonders of the world. We have always been here and it has not been easy but we have always remained. Strong. Together. As one. What stands now is cruelty, devastation and inhuman living standards. Are you scared to leave your house to drive down a main road? I am. Are you in lock down due to the inhospitable environment? I am.

There’s not much one young girl can do but I figured it’s as good of a time as any to express my pain filled heart and depression. I used to walk the roads with my mother, chat to pedestrians and wave at cars. I couldn’t do such a thing now, would I be ‘stoned’, lit alight or have an even worse consequence for such an innocent action. The demolished town we now stand in has become sad. Barbaric people surrounding us.

We’ve always suffered some kind of difficulty, poverty – we survived and remain struggling.
The economy – has fallen to ashes yet lifted again.
Shortages – many have had nothing for days hoping for a brighter future. 

Those that occupy our beautiful land have suffered, saddened, broken and always risen. We stand by our land. We call it home for once and for always. It’s Zimbabwe. It’s Africa. You can travel a million miles and million further and find yourself comfortable but you will never have another home as you did here.

‘Pray for Zimbabwe’ has recently become a phrase used often now. I understand why, I do but yet again. Is that all you’re to do? Sit and home and fold your hands together? Is that what it’s come to? Staying off roads out of fear – understandable! Locking your houses twice as much – acceptable! But to sit back and watch your country die, one person at a time? Unforgivable. We used to Unite. We used to have hope. We used to believe in our country and each other..
 

We aren’t only humans. We are Zimbabweans. We naturally have a tougher background, having farms, mines and mud surrounding us we knowledgeably grew up. Patient, understanding and forgiving. Majority of us had old school teachings of respect and your attitude for that was how your great grandparents did it.

We are stronger than this darkness for it will leave us. We won’t fold because of pressure for we have dealt with worse. We aren’t supposed too let go and let our beautiful country die for it is us, our mechanics and teachings. We are Zimbabwean but many can be a nationality, what matters is that Zimbabwe is us. How we run it. How we treat it.

Do you want to be happy? Do you want to live with freedom and courage? I do. But I let Zimbabwe be me as I am Zimbabwes child.

Sending love from a tragedy struck, brutal, damaged but hopeful and loving country. Zimbabwe