Dreams of Harare
At Kubatana we get emails from people sharing their reflections on just about everything. Here’s some original writing about discovering the Harare of today. Thanks to Tendai for writing to us.
I did my primary level education down there in Zaka and I always had dreams to go to Harare. It was now my time to go to Harare. I never slept; I hated the night because it took long for me. All my imagination was happiness, everything flowing.
I came to Harare. I saw big buildings and I thought those are called Harare. When I was taken to our house I got worried because I felt that we were now out of Harare because the house was small. But it smelled of Harare. We used to eat what we used to call Christmas down in Zaka. We have electricity and I enjoyed watching television. I could bath as many times as I can because no-one was telling me that I was wasting water.
Harare today. 3/4 of the day there is no electricity if not for three days. Television is now just like a carpet that you just need to clean and then leave it. To get news you have to make sure that you meet someone who is lucky to have electricity that day to update you. Newspapers are too expensive.
If only it was possible to leave our noses in our rural areas when coming to Harare. It would be better because everywhere, even in the town, sewage is almost getting in the shops.
1/2 of the trees in Harare are now used for apostolic churches. You cannot even trust a tree because it is tied up with a red or black cloth and some bottle drinks are put there. So you cant even take a rest in Harare today.
If you do not look where you are putting your leg while walking in town today in Harare you will step on top of tomatoes because every single space is now a market for someone.