As I walk and mingle with people on the streets or in shopping malls, I see people who seem to be happy going about their own business of living without a care. However what I may never know is what is really going on in their lives because all they reflect is ‘all is going on well face’ they have a skill of hiding their frustrations.
Only those close to me who I pour all my frustrations on know that behind my ‘all is well impression’ I am struggling despite me going on with life as normal as I can. Within me I am very frustrated annoyed to be precise, that feeling you get when you feel upset as a result of being unable to change anything or achieve anything.
This is what being Zimbabwean is and has been for at least 38 years, I am sure those who follow my blog have read some of the frustrations I have shared in some of my posts in the past. I am frustrated because the beautiful country I was born and grow up in can hardly be recognized now.
You can see from this photograph that Harare was once a very functional growing city so were the rest of the cities including Gweru where I was born. I am frustrated because the once promising nation is slowly deteriorating things have got far far worse since my last post. Corruption has reached unprecedented levels that I wonder sometimes if it will ever be curbed.
In the past week alone it has been revelation after revelation of how the nation has been robbed of millions of dollars by people who are supposed to be governing. The result of these corrupt practices in key institutions f our nation has resulted in government failing to deliver the services which make life worthwhile for the population. People have gone days on end without electricity, pensioners find it hard to make ends meet because government can not pay the, hospitals have no medication or equipment to for health care. Government failed to be prepared for last season’s drought as a result many Zimbabweans are on the verge of starvation. All these factors are causing me to frustrated and helpless as I am unable to change the way our nation is being governed.
Being Zimbabwean pauses a serious threat to life I would not be surprised that many Zimbabweans are suffering from serious mental health issues simply because life has become a challenge people are not living they are just surviving. Thank God for social media because people who live in countries like my own where freedom of speech is a rare commodity can express our feelings on social media.