Someone once said,
The tragedy of Zimbabwe today is that its people have lost the capacity to imagine a better future
The sentiment haunted me for a long while. My initial reaction was denial. I wanted to argue that this was a falsehood.
I wanted to say, “I have always imagined a better future” but I realized that saying that would be a half truth.
Because while it’s true that I have always imagined a better future (being the incurable dreamer that I am)… its truer to state that I have always imagined a better future for myself.
Imagining a better future for my country though, is an entirely different matter.
I can not in all earnestness say that I have ever applied myself to imagining a better future for Zimbabwe.
Partly because I am afraid to hope.
Partly because I am afraid to care too much about it because caring would make me obligated to act.
Caring would make me obligated to do something. Even a small thing.
Partly because I didn’t know what to do.
And even when others suggested what could be done and their suggestions were great – I let myself be smothered by the futility of trying to change things.
Despair is easier than hope. Far more comfortable and far less risky.
But I have done a bit of traveling and regardless of where I set my foot – I could never shake off that intuitive sense that I don’t really ‘belong’.
The irony has never escaped me that I am so much more protective of my country when I am outside its borders than when I am within.
From within, challenges facing Zimbabwe are overwhelming, seemingly insurmountable and the tyrannical politics that permeate into every aspect of our lives appear immutable.
But this is home. If I leave, where will I go?
If I have the courage to pack up everything and leave, shouldn’t I at least spare a little bit of that courage to stay and TRY.
Try to make a difference. No matter how small. Perhaps when added to all the other small differences others have made – my small contribution will amount to something BIG.
I don’t know. But I am prepared to try. I have a country to lose.
And that should give me sufficient reason to begin imagining a better future. How tragic it would be if having lost everything we’ve lost over the years ….we lose the capacity to imagine or hope for something better in this Zimbabwe?
I wrote this article in the dead of night as I was reflecting on a work assignment. Although I often try to leave my work at the office, I usually carry it home.
But I have never been driven to engage in some soul searching over a work assignment. It’s gotten to a point where this is not just a job.
It’s something that matters to me and that resonates deeply with my love for my country (despite its myriad flaws).
I am taking part in a campaign for free and fair elections known as ‘Feya Feya’ and I wrote this blog to invite you to join me in that journey (because I think of it as such now).
You can begin by taking part in my Feya Feya #QuotableQuotes mini-project where I am soliciting the views of Zimbabweans on what their aspirations are in terms of holding free and fair and peaceful elections or just generally the political environment they hope will prevail before, during and after the elections.
So do a small thing; give me a quotable quote…..
I am hoping you will all tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a cousin 🙂
I need feya feya elections because without free and fair elections – I have a country to lose. What does feya feya mean to you?
To take part or find out how you can be involved (in whatever small way):
Follow FF on Twitter – @feyaXfeya
Like the FB page called – Let’s make it Feyafeya (Launching officially tomorrow 27/06 but you’re welcome to ‘like’ it in advance)
Email FF on – firstname.lastname@example.org
Link up on whatsapp via – +263778991553