Being Zimbabwean:

Posted: 11th March 2015 by admin in Remittance methods

The first thing that comes in mind when you hear about the Republic of Zimbabwe is our beloved father of the Nation. Beside the efforts by the media to label him as the centre of the economic meltdown, poverty etc, we ignore all that because the blame game because history is a story of events, with praise or blame.

What about our economic freedom? Questions are raised, but look at other nations that are well developed the likes of China. Such nations have history of economic freedom to its citizens. Remember When Moses traveled to the promised land, not all reached there; point to note.

Years of colonial education — for all its faults and the much-lauded post-independence experience with its purported pluses — turned us subservient. A Zimbabwean will not revolt because he doesn’t want to get his hands dirty.

That is the job for the uneducated, we think. Civilised people sit down and talk things over, if you get my point. In West Africa, for instance, one bad move and the machetes are out. The wars there are so bloody it’s scary. No wonder those places are in a sorry state, in a violent sort of way.

What about our brothers and sisters living out of Zimbabwe? Many think its a privilege yet not knowing their adoration is despair because they have not been there.

What about indigenization?

We learnt our lesson very well.

Scattered at all four corners of the globe, Zimbabweans are performing miracles wherever they are. Everywhere you go you find Zimbabweans excelling in whatever they are doing from rocket science to mowing the lawn. What we touch turns to sold, though we also have opened ourselves to the most insidious forms of exploitation. Because we work harder than everyone else and commendably too, we are victims of xenophobia and petty jealousy.

The reality is that if God wills Zimbabwe’s troubles to go away, and those who skipped borders were able to come back home to family and friends, some economies I know would surely collapse. I dare pray for that day not so much to cause a global economic catastrophe, but to get all Zimbabweans where they all belong . . . back home. Oh how I wish my dream would come true!

But then, it could only be a dream. 

By Lenox Mhlanga  a social commentator