Journey chronicles

I haven’t written on this site for a while. A lot has happened since then. I even managed to travel to Zim and back. Damn that visit was an eye opener as usual of how bad things are, back home. I won’t waste my time stating the obvious, long bank queues, corrupt cops the water crisis in Harare just to name the few. I really wanted to register to vote in 2018, but my stay was rather too short to enable me the life time opportunity. While in Zim I met a ZEC officer who was rather keen to explain to me how transparent the electoral system was this time around. I felt like he too believed his own lies, that they were once again keen as an organization to deliver a free and fair election in 2018. With all the rumblings and mere discussion with him about the electoral process I still felt, he may not be sure on the transparency either. 

I traveled to my rural Mberengwa, nothing has changed since my first time there, still no tarred road, the sweltering heat of that corny rural homeland created during the colonial era. Without a car of my own, I went on to use the “taxis” that ply the Mberengwa - Zvishavane route.  I hopped into the gravel scratched ex Japanese car with the utmost fear of how many of us would be packed into that ride. Without any surprise four of us including the driver where packed into the two front seats. I found this rather odd and uncomfortable but being home, you know comfort is a sheer luxury even for a day’s worth.  

We approached a roadblock pretty early on the journey. The cops seemed not to mind the number of people packed in the riff ruff vehicle. The driver seemed quite aware of the procedure, cash in hand as he approached the officer and in a whiff we were on our way. Who can blame those cops standing in that scorching heat, after all those at the top of the ruling echelons have already milked the poor of their hard-earned cash. Enough of my journey tribulations on that dusty bumpy road – sad enough when you know the Transport minister only sends graders when elections approach to make the roads wider and level. 

I had an opportunity of meeting an interesting character though, a headmaster at some rural school. As usual I delved him into a political discussion. He turned out rather witty just like most education administrators back home. He even prophesied about Uncle Bob ‘s cabinet reshuffle, which I only got to know of upon arriving in SA. He too claimed it would be tactical as the G40 laid its ground against the ever surviving Croc. Most interesting of our chats was how he said the only way out of Zim’s political mess was through Zanu Pf. He categorically stated that Zanu Pf cadres could free the country from the current state. He laughed off the opposition and how Nkosana Moyo’s political campaign was doomed from the start by the way he conducts himself and operating mainly on social media. 

It dawned on me that Moyo could be a very useful opponent if he held rallies and really went all out on his campaign. Then again here was another homeboy Mberengwa born relatively unknown of his presidential aspirations in his rural home. I did him a bit of justice as I spread the word about this son of the land running for the highest office. Enough said on this journey chronicle can't wait to go back and register to vote, hope you have all done so as well. Zimbabwe will be great again. Signing out Generation X18.