Zimbabwe: When Destinies Collide

The systematic disintegration of the very morals and ethics that bind us together become startlingly apparent as we put into perspective the dismantling of a once great nation; like standing under the golden skies of an African winter sunset our values fade like shadows blending into the darkness of night; wrapped in the chills of a winter breeze, we find ourselves yearning for warmth and the coming of the African sunrise.

We find ourselves disillusioned by the generations that came before us. In essence, our leaders have become the very manifestation of the evil they swore they fought to protect the next generation against; the law makers become the unlawful and the religiously persecuted become the persecutors; the oppressed becomes the oppressor and the liberator becomes the one withholding liberty. We now a look at an Africa where it is the blind leading the partially sighted; a continent where lines that should never been crossed are redrawn to suite the circumstances of those who possess the privilege and power.

Our leadership has lost its competence, has lost its consistency and most importantly, its compassion for its fellow countryman. There are 4 things that should define use as individuals and as a people; Unity, Nobility, Purity & Strength; but we find that some have begun to falter; indeed, power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely

Zimbabwe has begun to show the symptoms of a generational disconnect. This disconnect is evident in the form of a lack of activism from the younger generation that has made them appear inept and powerless to effect change. However, in the hopes propelling change it is imperative that we adopt a national consciousness that is unifying and contagious. If there is a cost to freedom our generation must pay, then consider this new national consciousness our down payment

You see, when destinies collide we congregate under thundershowers and lighting bolts of faith; we face institutions that do not offer anytime for compromise or debates; rainy days are filled with war cries and picket signs, tear gas marathons and weeping eyes. Others look to salvation and divine intervention for change, while others clinch their fists and hurl rocks in the hopes of bringing down the walls that confine our economic, political and social sovereignty. Regardless of our methodology we all find ourselves contemplating the very fiber of our existence as we face circumstances that may one day define us as individuals and more importantly, as Zimbabwean people.