My 5th letter to Zimbabweans in the Diaspora
The best laid schemes of mice and men / often go awry
This is now my fifth letter to those of you who are in the Diaspora and I hope it finds all of you in good health and gainfully occupied.
The title "Of mice and men" (Ye makonzo ne varume) which sounds rather surreal in Shona, came to me as I considered the situation in your country, Zimbabwe. The book, "Of mice and men", written by Nobel Prize-winning author John Steinbeck published in 1937, is a parable of human suffering and the challenges and hope that we must go through. Our dreams, dignity, loneliness, powerlessness and sacrifice in Zimbabwe, are similar to the story told in the book. Our history of the last thirty three years will forever be etched in our minds as a terrible dream that must surely now come to an end.
Three weeks ago, I had an opportunity to pay a brief visit to the Highfield District Clinic, as I walked into the old building, a cold chill, like death itself, ran over my spine. It was dark because power was off and it was cold and lonely. The maternity ward looked and felt like a place of death and not a fountain of new life. I noticed the old iron beds still standing strong from yester year, with ragtag linen on them that can hardly warm a mouse. It was spooky in there and looked as depressing as you can imagine.
I am ashamed have been born at that very clinic in 1963 when things were much better than they are now. I am disillusioned with of all of you of out there who come from or were born in Highfield and encourage you to do the little that you can to make a difference. Nobody else really cares.