We’ve just included this poem, by Mgcini Nyoni, in our Kubatana newsletter:
Not Yet Uhuru
A retreat to the falls
by the pot-bellied ones
As we drown
in sky high
zesa bills utility bills
Government of National Unity
Thanks for your loyalty
My friend here has a ministry!
Over a glass of imported vodka
they say how does the new merc go?
Over a cup of black tea we mutter
How the heck am I gonna raise a thousand Rands
for the child’s school fees?
Not Yet Uhuru
we shall sing.
It reminded me of the resolutely unacceptable way that Zimbabweans are being treated by the politicians who suggest that they are “for the people”.
Whilst the formation of the Government of National Unity is spawning expensive retreats and the purchase of new vehicles, ordinary Zimbabwean citizens have to beg and borrow and wheel barrow containers of water from homes that have bore holes, to where they live in daily thirst.
Apartments, houses, offices in the city centre and dwellings in our suburbs do not get water on a daily basis. Our dams are full but the infrastructure to deliver the water and the chemicals to clean the water are lacking.
Mugabe trashes farms and calls on the international community for aid while he lives in the lap of luxury in one of the poshest suburbs in Harare, where he’s got water in his tub and where his lawns are kept quite green.
Sell the fucking cars; stop retreating and get water to the people.