How They Robbed Us: Part III

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On this third part of the series, I will be sharing a few more testimonies from fellow Zimbabweans around the world. If you would like to share your story, please feel free to email me on or DM on any of my social platforms.

Anonymous, 26, Zimbabwe

I grew up under a regime that never gave us hope to what we ought to be, better people. 2008 had us realising life will never be the same. My parents worked hard to send my siblings and I to private school, in hopes to create the best for our future. 2009, when the USD was introduced under the multinational currency, our hope was revived. The business was booming for my family and life seemingly became comfortable. Fast forward, by the time I finished my A-Levels, tuition was now hard to come by. Some government officials were keen on benefiting from our family business and made sure either they get a chunk or we go broke. 

I was too young to understand much, but that is all I knew. My only hope to leave Zimbabwe for university was shuttered. My last lap before sitting for my finals was torture. I was homeschooling because of the fees issue. We lost a lot of property because by then my older brother was attending an international university. Even after 6 years, he got the opportunity to hold his university. We went broke, debts accumulated and going to university was a hustle. After a year and a half of staying at home and working towards my tuition, I attended a local university. The lectures were not committed and did not give their all. How could they, when the government was failing them too? 

I hoped to study law but it failed, at one point I almost deferred. The business environment was unfavourable that we couldn’t get much money anymore. The ruling party kept getting richer at the expense of its people. I am now a post-graduate, a year down the line trying very hard to start something to sustain myself. With a few friends, we are pushing to start a business, selling this and that to make ends meet. 26 years is not a joke, not to have anything tangible to your name. To those making it, you seem like a clueless person, who has no plan or who is lazy. Being Zimbabwean is a whole different story, it is a battle on its own. Honestly, I did not push myself from high school through University to just be here and give up. I keep pushing because this regime of selfish, uncouth leaders has drained us. Robbed us of our potential, zeal, capabilities. In the end, you just can not seem to make it well without having ZANU PF  sniffing into your business. 

Signed a Tired  Zimbabwean youth who feels entirely robbed of his future.


Anonymous, 25, England.

I have been detained twice in the last 5 years. I have lost a piece of myself, self-confidence and zeal. I came here looking for greener pastures because my government could not cater to its people. I am in my mid 20’s and I have nothing to my name. I have less than £1 000 in my savings and I do not have papers.

I work zvekubiridzira and to be honest, it is scary. Each day I am afraid I will get caught and get arrested. I have heard so many cases of people who have gone through that. I work so much, my body is starting to give up on me.

I wanted to have a life back home and start something, but in Zimbabwe, connections are more important than you academics or determination. I have tried venturing elsewhere but I do not have sufficient funds. I feel stuck and I can not seem to find a way out. I have come to comfort myself with the thought of how I will rest in death. ZANU PF must go, they have robbed our parents of their pensions and have robbed us of our future. Will we ever catch a break?


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