Nostalgia
Watching the news headlines on the television got me thinking deeply. Scores of foreign nationals, mainly Zimbabweans throng the Durban police stations seeking shelter and protection. It is not a cyclone they run from...not a pack of wolves either. Had it been too much crime I would understand. Even our so called African brothers and sisters do not want us anymore. They resent us. They loathe us. To be very frank with you it is way more comfortable to live in your own country among your friends and relatives - your kinsmen. Every Zimbabwean, deep down, longs for that but, inasmuch as we dream of reveling in the camaraderie of those closest to us, we need to eat and dress while we do that. Home now only offers distant memories of the once glorious republic, Christmas celebrations at growth points, childhood games and primary school shenanigans. Everyone would love creating new memories but we just cannot. We heard tales of the liberation struggle, which we hold dear, and we held, in ...