To-day’s Blog is not mine. A citizen of a
once beautiful and prosperous country by the name of Rhodesia wrote it to say how it is
now after more than seventeen years under the Presidency of Robert Mugabe and his
cronies. It is hardly an enviable record. If any of you have read this I
apologise but I felt it needed a wider
audience and Cathy has most kindly given me
permission to do so.
Dear Family and Friends,
> There's nothing quite like five days
without electricity to remind us
> how hard our lives were during the
first decade of the 21st century
> and to warn us how tenuous our grip on
normality is. The prolonged
> power cut in my neighbourhood left a
fridge full of mould and fruit
> flies, all the food on the compost
heap and tempers frayed to breaking
> point. Add a couple of days without
water to this picture and then
> decide whether to laugh or cry when
you read the message that comes in
> on the cell phone from the Ministry of
Health. 'Prevent diarrhoea this
> season,' it says, ' wash your hands
with soap or ash under safe
> running water before eating or
preparing food and after visiting the
> toilet.' Safe running water is a joke
when you haven't had any water
> for a couple of days; safe food is
absurd after five days without
> electricity and a fridge alive with
mould.
>
> As each month passes since the July
2013 elections it seems we could
> so easily slide back to the way things
were a decade ago and every day
> the press reports back up our fears. A
Ministry of Health whose
> hospitals owe US$36 million to
suppliers and yet who've only been
> allocated US$23 million in this year's
budget. A Ministry of Education
> which needs US$73 million to help
educate disadvantaged and vulnerable
> children but have only been allocated
US$15 million for the program.
>
> Meanwhile the 51% compulsory
indigenisation of privately owned
> businesses remains a looming threat
and there is no relief or clarity
> offered by authorities. The
uncertainty has left no one spending
> money, companies shrinking and more
and more workers being laid off.
> Fear of being targeted in the
indigenisation issue has left most
> affected people not prepared to speak
out, and not even prepared to
> publicise the absurd amounts of money
they're being told to pay.
> Some of these amounts include US$20 to
submit the mandatory
> indigenisation forms and then US$500
for born and resident Zimbabweans
> or US$5,000 for 'foreigners' to get a
'compliance certificate.' It's
> not clear what any of this money is
for, where it goes to, if it's a
> fee for not being black or if it's
going to prevent you from giving up
> 51% of your own company. It seems
beyond belief that people are being
> made to pay for the bureaucracy that
will facilitate them losing 51%
> of their own companies because of the
colour of their skin. Some
> 'indigenous' Zimbabweans seem to think
that the mandatory handing over
> of a 51% shareholding of a private
company is OK because they say the
> shares will be paid for. But does that
make it right you ask; being
> forced to cede the majority
shareholding of your own work? They have
> conveniently forgotten that farmers
who bought their farms after
> Independence
and then had them seized by the government, because of
> the colour of their skin, were
promised compensation for fixed assets
> but fourteen years later 95% of us
haven't ever received a single
> dollar for the expropriation of our
homes, businesses and life's work.
>
Trying to make sense of it all I stood outside under a stormy night
> sky looking for answers. Clouds boiled
overhead but every now and
> again the moon broke through. Almost
full, it shed its light on the
> branches of a big Musasa tree,
exposing for a moment a little grey
> owl. Querulous and quavering were the
best words I could find to
> describe its strange, haunting call.
It sounded so far away and was
> almost inaudible over the voices of a
million crickets but in fact the
> little owl was immediately overhead. I
couldn't resist a quick flash
> of the torch to see the little grey
bird with its big round eyes
> staring down at me, its tail flicking
in surprise, alarm or maybe just
> annoyance. Our lives and future in Zimbabwe feel
very much like those
> adjectives: querulous and quavering.
Until next time, thanks for
> reading, love cathy. 17th January
2014. Copyright Cathy Buckle.
>
> For information on Cathy’s latest
book: "CAN YOU HEAR THE DRUMS," or her
> other books about Zimbabwe : "Innocent
Victims," "African Tears,"
> "Beyond Tears" and
"IMIRE," or to subscribe/unsubscribe to this
> letter, please visit her website or
contact cbuckle@zol.co.zw
I once heard someone many years go, about
to move to Rhodesia ,
as it was called then, say “It’s the country off the future.” What future? I
shouldn’t think for a moment that Mugabe in his gilded palace gives a fig as he
certainly won’t be going without electricity and water. It could all have been
so different and my fears now are for South Africa where corrupt
politicians have been making themselves obscenely wealthy and Zuma is showing
all the signs of that megalomania to be witnessed in Robert Mugabe.
>
>
No comments:
Post a Comment