Having been born in a supposed capitalist country that has had the
same president for 33 years, one would be forgiven for not having
much faith in the government. So today I find myself in a foreign
country searching for 'greener pastures' as the cliche goes. Not
that there is much to graze on the other side of the bridge.
However, my fellow countrymen defiant inspite of the malevolent
circumstances still file into the voting polls. Braving the
merciless Zimbabwean heat and the just as malicious fear for their
lives. Why do they even bother? People often ask me, in all honesty
there isn't a simple answer to such a question, except maybe hope.
Hope that a new president can help ease the pain of the permanent
abrasion that has been put on us gradually for 33years. Hope that
we can be better. So every four years my brothers and sisters cast
their votes. We sit infront of our televisions both buoyant and
terrified and we hope..
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