Because there will never come a time when it is said to be full, it's
like a balloon, and as you know we Zimbabweans we can sleep anywhere,
you know we are the real hard Mashona type, he said, laughing.
Chibharuma is made up of containers. Outside there were guys basking in
the sun with copies of The Zimbabwean newspaper in their hands. A
couple of guys were talking to their relatives over their mobile
phones. One was asking, Ko Rand rava pamarii? Ko chingwa? Mateacher
ava kuhora marii? Ko inflation?
The figures I heard were alarming and difficult to remember – a
trillion, quadrillion, hundred quadrillion, then quintillion. I
wondered if my 99 year old Gogo in the remote area of Bikita would be
able to understand, let alone calculate the real value of this Zim
Kwacha. It appears that the Gonomics and Mugabenomics are driving old
people crazy at home.
Inside, I was distracted by the noise inside one of the apartments.
Three gentlemen from KwaZvimba were on the dance floor, dancing like
there was no tomorrow to Aleck Macheso’s song Makandidana Ndikasauyako.
Men in the next container were discussing the talks about a government of national unity in Zimbabwe.
Believe you me guys, as long as Bob is there, the talks will fail, said Maphosa, a former Police officer.
The other guys were insisting on new elections, mass action and even
International intervention led by the UN as the only way forward to
resolve the Zim situation.
I wonder how that educated president has lost his conscience, said
60-year-old Gogo VaVimbai, now called Vimbai. She started telling us
stories about how she came to look for a job in South Africa. How she
worked as a Dhaka girl for six months and finally gave up. Now she
trades sex and she is not ashamed.
Ko ndingaita sei nhai vakomana vangu, Mhuri iri kukwangwaya kumusha nenzara,Â
ndikasadaro vana vangafe nenzara.
To be continued …
BY LIBERTY MAGARA
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