Diary Of A Tired Zimbabwean Youth: How They Robbed Us.

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P.S: THIS IS A RANT.

The #ZimbabweanLivesMatter has been trending for the past few weeks. Zimbabweans within and in the diaspora have been vocalising how they were robbed and disadvantaged, myself included. Angry, tired and frustrated Zimbabweans have voiced their concerns via social media. A medium that has allowed most of us to realise we are in the same boat. The regime has affected each and every one of us in a different way, and I believe we all need to be heard.

It is said over 4 million Zimbabweans are in the diaspora. That means a 1/4 of the countries population is in a foreign country. For most, it is not by choice but circumstance. As I mentioned in my last post, Zimbabwe is not a poor country, but it is a country that has been inconvenienced. Looters who have gained from her riches have robbed the people of opportunities and basic commodities. Yes, this might sound like an old song on repeat but we are fighting for our lives in any way that we can. Others are protesting (which at this point is a death sentence), others are keyboard warriors, others are signing petitions and others are creating art to raise awareness. We are all fighting for our lives the best we can, and God knows we are fighting tooth and nail.

Personally, I was robbed of a two-parent household. One of my parents had to move to England in order to provide for us. Before anyone calls me ungrateful, why have we become so comfortable with families not living together? When has it become normal to have a husband and a wife live in different countries? How have we normalised children to be raised by grandparents or other relatives whilst their parents are in the diaspora? We haven’t only been robbed financially but psychologically. The trauma that comes with all this is what we carry into our adulthood. I will be honest, being separated from my parent for over 13 years, made us strangers. I am no longer the little girl that they left and they are no longer the person I knew before. It is detrimental because you have to work at getting to know each other again. Other relationships have never recovered and they now do not see face to face. There is so much pain on both sides. I have abandonment issues due to this. I always feel like as soon as I get close to someone, they will leave. It is something I realised rooted in that experience. My parent moved when my sister was 15, I was 7 and my brother was 2.

I feel we really need to breakdown how the system has failed us not only economically but in every aspect. Most marriages and homes have been broken due to distance. Most people are not able to go back home (due to a myriad of reasons) and others have been denied to bring their families and spouses. Yes, gara ndichauya but how long can one wait? Waiting for someone who does not even know if they will come back themselves? People have ended up with people they do not love because of this. It is sad but other people live this reality. I am fighting to not have my children experience this. For them to have a sense of identity and be proud of their country and how it caters for them.

P.S: Most people have criticised the # saying it will not do anything and social media is not powerful enough to cause a revolution. Was is it not social media that caused the #BlackLivesMatter movement to gain traction and have people brought to justice. Did we not have a Black Tuesday, posting black block pictures on our social platforms fighting for George Floyd? Why is crying for lives not important enough to be taken seriously? Are black lives only important in the global north? Are we also not part of the black lives that matter?

UNTIL MY NEXT RANT…

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