|Fat, buttery flying ants....|
These days, with all of the dreadful hardships that we have to cope with in order to survive in Zimbabwe, it is very difficult to be positive. I wish I could write and say that we were about to have free and fair elections or that banned newspapers, radio and TV stations had been
allowed to re-open or even that the MDC had stopped tearing itself apart and had resolved its internal problems. I can't say any of those things so I look more to the day to day situation for something positive to focus on. I wish that I could say that at last fuel was available or that prices had stopped going up or even that we had regular, clean and safe water coming out of our taps. I can't say any of those things at the moment either but I can tell you that Zimbabwe in November is a spectacular country.
Young men and women
are graduating from our senior schools and their poise, enthusiasm,
determination and love of Zimbabwe is exemplary. Listening to and watching
these future leaders of our country makes me know, without a doubt, that
there will be change in our land and it will be a change for the better.
Whilst all around us is gloom and doom, Zimbabwe in November is a very
beautiful place and when there is little else to hold onto, the seasonal
changes also give strength and hope for better times.
The European migrants
have started arriving too with swifts and swallows regularly visible. It
does not bear thinking what will happen if bird flu arrives here where
experts are few and far
Our streets are quiet these evenings, we greet neighbours and strangers happily and the talk is of growing food and of rain. This time, thankfully, our town is spared from election madness, spared from the indignity of trying so hard, risking so much and then having to watch the manipulation afterwards.
There is much to be
thankful for this November.