It feels like after all these years of putting up with the stench of political mess in Zimbabwe and of hoping that a new range of diapers was in the offing, the old, dirty soiled diaper is not only staying on — it has now become completely super-glued to the nation’s hapless buttocks.

In a cosmopolitan world, we can live and die anywhere we choose. So, why are we still here, smothered by the stench of a dirty diaper, knowing it won’t be changed any time soon when so many have given up and decided they don’t really have an obligation to care about where this country goes next?

What price are we willing to pay to prove our loyalty and patriotism?

My irrevent musings in today’s copy of The Southern Eye newspaper from my column Agreeing to Disagree. You can read the full article on -:

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