To dream or not to dream that is the question
This is a question i always ask myself everytime i struggle out of my boring insignificant dreams. You see i am a Zimbabwean and with the constant threat of helplessness i feel when it comes to the future of my country and its people, you begin to wonder whether there is hope, and if there is for how long should we wait in anticipation for this so called HOPE. For to be honest for most of my people, hope has come and gone several times and now we have reached a stage where we are scared of HOPE. A good number of us are displaced in several other countries in which we are seen as pests that go around sucking blood out of other nations.
One wants to sit there being proud of who you are when in actual fact we really dont have anything we can call our own for which to be proud of. Therefore i came to conclusion that in this blog i would stand here and fuse the cynical side of my nature that boils my blood and also harness the optimism that wakes me up in the morning and use this to look at all the social problems we have in not only Zimbabwe but in the continent. I am now calling upon all Africans to voice your opinion about your own country and other countries that surround you. Letting us all know what makes you mad, happy and frustrated. Hopefully one day we can then look back and use the platforms of reflection as a means to address the problems we face as Africans.