Coming home to Avondale, from an AGM on the east side, Thursday night, down Churchill, in the dark. And it seems smoother coming up to the intersection with Second Street where it changes to Aberdeen Road. A notorious black spot for smash and grabs, where the thieves disappear over the metal fence into the University grounds easily.

But no, the robots are working, and they are the big new LED ones. Moreover, all the street lights are working. At the intersection, and up and down Second Street! I start to feel my pockets. Have I driven to another country? I haven’t got my passport with me! The next day I am going thorough in the day light, and I see why it was so smooth. All the pot holes have been filled and surfaced. Shocks like this when you are driving can lead to serious accidents! Things getting fixed! This place is definitely under new management.

But there are still shudders from the past. I got a ZESA bill last week. Again, shock! Not the size of the bill or anything (mine is quite reasonable), but just to get one. My last was May last year. Now I can go places and open accounts showing proof of residence. Almost like new management is taking us to a real country again.

But, the shudder of the past. Nicely printed at the bottom of the bill is the statement “ELECTRICITY is in short supply, Use it sparingly. ELECTRICITY SAVED IS MONEY SAVED.” Well, I think I do a good job of keeping things switched off. Lights off when I am not in the room, everything turned off when I leave the flat, fridge and freezer doors always shut and they seal well.

On my way home Thursday, going into Gun Hill (Arden road here) there is another new thing. A billboard, with electric light inside! “to advertise here…” So I have to wonder, is this not a bit like the rhino horn story? We are being reminded it is a scarce national resource. Yet, the people who remind us of this fact are busy selling it to someone who will not use it sparingly. The billboard will be on for 12 hours a day, and a billboard is hardly a national priority. We must all sit in the dark and eat cold meals to preserve a scarce national resource, sot that they can sell it to someone to advertise… restaurants?

There is some disconnect here. The rhino horn story. It is expensive because it is scarce, so we must kill it all quickly before it becomes extinct! And yet, by killing it, are we not making it extinct? They (ZESA / rhino poachers) are great with the plans to make money, but not so great with the plans to supply the product to make the money with. Short term long term disconnect.

Which reminded me, while walking to DSTV in Avondale, and stepping over downed lines. (I do not know if they were electricity or power lines, but they were cables, dead, and on the ground.) It all reminded me of the stories, several years ago, from whoever could not provide electricity, or connect their phone. “Ah, sorry, but we have no cables. They have been stolen. If you want to be connected, you will have to buy new cables/lines.’ Who remembers being given that story/explanation/line? So the question is, “if the line is so valuable that people steal it, and in so short supply that clients have to purchase their own, why is it just lying on the ground?”

Is it because the thieves are just so much better at it than the telephone or power company? The thieves can go and steal it from up on poles faster than the company can pick it up off the ground? Or was the story just a big lie? Was the explanation fed to them by the management who told them what colour the sky was in their world that day? And being good employees they just repeated what they were told to tell the people. People who were believed to be stupid enough to ‘realise’ that this explanation was correct? Well, since we are under new management, maybe the stories will change as well. But I hope, that since we are under new management, that the people will have found their voice and will tell the management, regularly and loudly, that we the people are not really that stupid.

Spot fines to go reads the headline in today’s Herald. I’m claiming this as a victory for everyone who’s spoken up, said no, refused to pay a bribe, expressed their frustration, or demanded greater transparency from the police. This includes the commuter omnibus drivers who have protested, motorists who have insisted on receipts for their fines, and our many subscribers who have objected to corruption on the part of road traffic police.

Like the government, the police are meant to act for the public – to serve and protect the people. But like Frederick Douglass said, power concedes nothing without a demand. If spot files are indeed abolished and the road traffic police become less corrupt, it will be in large part because people took a stand and refused to let the police push them around. What’s next?

In 2005, a march organised by Women and AIDS Support Network (WASN) to protest against the government’s slow work towards normalising the availability of ARVs led to their arrest. They had managed to mobilise people living with HIV/AIDS, children affected by AIDS, affiliated organisations and other interested people to protest outside the Parliament of Zimbabwe. The timing of the march was perfect as on that day, the 1st of December 2005, the then Minister of Finance was presenting his budget. However, the arrest of WASN staff members and others who voluntarily handed themselves to the police did not deter them form continuing to advocate for people living with HIV/AIDS.

Today, nearly six years down the line, such efforts of voicing out have brought about a change in the country with regard to HIV/AIDS related issues. Gone are the days when HIV/AIDS issues were whispered quietly or even associated with promiscuity or prostitution. It is through the work of organisations like WASN and others that advocate for people living with HIV, who disseminate information about the disease and those that take a step further to assist children affected with AIDS, mostly orphans, that we see this change.

Speaking at a Food for Thought session at the US Embassy Public Affairs section in commemoration of International Women’s Day, Mary Sandasi, WASN’s director urged the government and the local community to fully support HIV/AIDS programmes and projects before turning an eye to external support. She insisted that the government, through its finance ministry, should increase the national budget allocated to the health ministry. She also said that, as research is so fundamental in the battle against HIV financial support must be given to this area.

As individuals our role to help fight against HIV/AIDS is to get tested and know our status. In so doing those who are infected can go for early treatment and therefore reduce the chances of them being bed ridden and the need for home based care.

I have always had this wild imagination and always likened life to Pacman, a very captivating computer game. I am sure it rings a bell with many of you. I found it so fascinating when I had to eat my way to survival to get to the next level. And by the way it was survival of the fittest. Every time I got to the next level I would wipe my forehead and just sigh with relief ” Phew, I made it”. In the end I became a pro and obviously invincible.

One songwriter wrote, “You’ve got to live every moment as though it was your last, before the thief of always steals tomorrow from your grasp” which the beautiful and magnificent Jacque Velasquez sang so eloquently. She went on to sing “And time waits for no man, seasons come and go, in the midst of an ever-changing world”. I got confused at first before I had to intelligently reason with myself. At first I thought as an immature and raw individual taking the literal sense of the song. What immediately came to mind was going out and partying hard, you know what any party freak would do. If only “Las Vegas” was in Zimbabwe. Then again the song says live everyday and I couldn’t help but imagine partying hard on a daily basis. That would be suicide at its best – an antagonizing hangover each morning. Would I live to live life to the fullest like that, I don’t think so…

Life is indeed like a taxi, the meter keeps ticking whether you are stagnant or not, and it only stops once you have reached your final destination. What am I doing with my life? Am I passive or proactive, making positive or negative impacts in the lives of other fellow brothers and sisters in this so-called ever-changing world? I definitely want to be remembered. I fancy my parents standing tall and telling the whole world how proud they are of me and never run out of words to say. I have heard people say they have attended funerals where people find it difficult to say just a few words.

I will make it a point that when given a chance to prove myself in what every aspect of life, giving it my best shot would be quite rewarding. Everyone wants to be labelled an achiever, and so do I. Even Abraham Maslow’s hierarchy of needs does mention self-actualisation as the greatest need in our lives. The need to realise that one is an achiever and recognition for that achievement is of great significance. Without that self-actualisation then there is no satisfaction until that goal is reached. The hunger, passion and zeal for accomplishment, attainment and success are push factors that should keep you and I going.

What is it that I need to achieve in life, the goals that I so badly want realised? The list is endless. Nothing can stop me as long as I focus on those goals. Another songwriter wrote “If at first you don’t succeed, you can dust yourself off and try again” – for me that is living life. Acknowledging that in life there are obstacles that will try to deter me and lose track of where I am going but those are merely part of life’s lessons. Those obstacles are there just to make me a stronger and better person at the end of the day.

Life is an adventure … dare it! It is also a mystery … so why not solve it? What is there to lose?

The generals in Zimbabwe are holding President Mugabe upright because they are afraid of the retribution that will come for what they’ve done under his regime. The same thing happens in other countries. And therefore you need to find a formula. In South Africa we settled on a formula of massive amnesty that actually went further than I wanted to go.

From: A Recipe for Freedom – Five lessons from South Africa’s transition to democracy. Excerpts from a recent speech by the country’s ex-president, F W De Klerk.

Read the article, learn the five lessons, on Foreign Policy Magazine

I went to a local shop with the intention of buying some of their products. Some of their stock is taken from the basement where there aren’t any lights and where there’s a water leak. So the lady assisting me boldly tells me to come back after two days to check if the problem (no lights and too much water) has been rectified. And if not, then I have to supply them with a torch and wear my own gumboots to help get the stuff out of the basement. I wondered whether I should give them a quotation for bringing my own equipment!