I
have the good fortune of sharing a birth year with our country, Zimbabwe.
Sometimes it makes me wonder if some of the growth and development processes,
dummies and dilemmas, challenges and successes that come with each year to me
as an individual apply to the nation.
Mothers of the Nation - celebrating the birth of Zimbabwe in 1980 |
My
thinking is not too far fetched, thinking of Zimbabwe in parallel to myself. I
think that life cycles and growth processes can be twinned; of cause the major
difference is that I am mortal and Zimbabwe will live forever.
This
however does not disqualify the parallels because, at the end of the day, in
the life that the Lord blesses me with however long or short, there are things
that I need to achieve, certain states I need to reach and accomplishments that
need to be attained.
Perhaps
it’s selfish, but the fact that Zimbabwe will have a longer life than me, does
not exempt her from fulfilling certain things, neither do I derive comfort from
the possibility that some things will be achieved or done after I am dead and
gone. I think in the same way that our liberation war heroes demanded freedom
and independence in their life time, I can also demand certain things on
Zimbabwe, not in the future but in my life time.
Life
does have stages, and different ages denote different things. Take me for
instance. At 16 I knew that I could have a National I.D. and drive legally, at
18 I knew I could vote, and could be held responsible for whatever crimes I
commit as an adult, and not as a minor. At 21, I could drink and was considered
an adult. At 25 I was expected to be
married or at an advanced stage in that process.
Of course
my life did not always take this clear-cut trajectory. I started drinking much
earlier than I care to admit to my mother. I started driving without a license
amongst other things that I care not to admit on this platform. When I turned
25 with no steady girlfriend in sight, I became the main subject at traditional
Christmas gatherings at my uncle’s home in Chinhoyi, and when I turned 30
without my first degree, I became the object of ridicule among my co-workers
and colleagues and a cause for concern to my employers and partners.
When
I won the open section of a Public speaking competition while in Form 3, I was
praised and was a hero at my mission school. When I became the youngest
chairperson (also least accomplished by then – not a big Star activist) of a
major Civic group, I became the envy of
my peers, but also a source of inspiration and living proof that it could be
done if we just open the door for others to try. Where the growth processes
were fast tracked I was lauded, where they were slow I was censured.
This
year at 33, I know that conventionally, I only have 2 more years before I loose
the “get out of jail card” that is youth, which has in the past allowed me to be
errant and do certain things and make certain mistakes with youth as my ‘cover’. At 33, I feel uncomfortable when someone
talks to me about my promise, my potential and my bright future, because
really, in this country of ours with a short life expectancy, at 33 I am
supposed to be well on the way to fulfilling my promise, potential and be
living brightly today.
Embracing responsibility - Its not about #1 any more there are others |
At
33, I have children to worry about, who need school fees, food, clothes and
shelter and - more importantly to them – toys, games and holidays. At 33, I am
worried that I don’t have a house, stand or mortgage or any real savings to
ensure that should the Lord favor me with joining him in the afterlife my kids
are well provided for and continue to go to school, eat and have shelter,
forget the toys, games and holidays. In other words at 33, I don’t really have
my act together - yet I should. My excuse is that it’s not really my fault, I
am living in a bad economy, and those leading me could do me a favor by doing
so democratically and well - yet they are not.
Now,
I have already said that it is perhaps unfair given the “immortality” of
countries, to try to demand that at just 33, something that will live forever
should have its ducks in a row. But I ask it nonetheless, because I only have
this life, and in as much as the past will not satisfy my present, neither will
grand ideas about the future. I demand a good life in my lifetime, real freedom
in my life time and real hope and opportunities in my life time.
Just
like a birthday, Independence Day, is a day to celebrate, but you cannot just
celebrate getting old, you also need to reflect. At birth, there was certain
promise that was there for our country. At birth, we had grand dreams of
freedom, self-governance, and independence – political and economic. In our
early years we were considered a jewel - the pick of the African class.
At
25, it was clear that something was going wrong and that a lot of our promise
was unfulfilled. We were not economically stable; we had acquired the means of
production, but were failing to optimally use it. At 28, we got into a
disastrous marriage, but got a bit of the stability and discipline that
marriage always brings. We found new wealth, but in typical fashion, even in
marriages, the perceived husband, seemed to squander it, was not accountable for
it, and the kids hardly saw anything of it. At 33, the marriage running our
national household is shaky and headed for divorce.
Naturally,
at 33 a bit of judging does take place. Some introspection is necessary and the
reality that you are not a kid anymore sets in. You start looking into saving
schemes, hunt for a mortgage or a stand, and if you haven’t yet, you settle on
a career path, perhaps not as exciting as your initial dreams, but one which is
stable and secure for the sake of the kids. If moral and financial indiscipline
were the hall marks of your life, you take off your “ player” hat and try to
settle down, save, be the father/mother, husband/wife and adult you are
expected to be. If your papers are not in order you put pride aside and fix it.
At 33, you realize, that if your house is not in order, it needs to be and you
try to get your act together.
Zimbabwe
is that 33 year old. It’s not too old, but it’s not too young either. It is at
a very productive stage, where it can still innovate, adapt, stabilize and get
its act together. This 33rd year of our independence presents
opportunities for all this. Through the new constitution we got our national
papers in order. With the coming elections, their conduct and their
credibility, has got opportunities for setting us straight and putting our
political house in order and by consequence our social and economic houses too.
In the same way that a propensity to drink and stay out late can affect your
home and work, our political discord had translated to economic hardships and
social ills. But all is not lost, at 33
you can salvage something and get your house in order – Zimbabwe needs to do
that.
Fathers of the Nation |
Let’s
celebrate our independence day, but let us also reflect on where we are coming
from and how best to get to where we want to.
Best selling Author of the book,
‘ Brothers Emanuel” said the secret to his success and that of his brothers was
that when they did well they had “ all
of 27 seconds to celebrate” but would be
told to get on to the next challenge soon after. So let’s celebrate, but
without forgetting that after the party, life waits and that we need to move on
to the next challenge and assignment. Let’s get our act together and pursue the
greatness we are destined to as a nation.
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