I want to come home. And I don’t say this lightly. 4-odd years of wandering around in the wilderness (more commonly known as the diaspora) have brought home the reality that really, there is no place like home.
So creature comforts like running water and electricity and collected refuse and food are just slightly harder to come by in the motherland, but home is home.
An unofficial straw poll I took among fellow diasporans revealed that were things to improve in Zimbabwe, 90% of them would drop their diasporan ways and scurry home like maggots to a week old corpse. I am no longer sure I am prepared to wait that long.
The song goes ‘things can only get better’, but really no-one gave a timeframe to these things getting better, so I say fight the power, now.