I am sure that you have heard the story of the man who watched his favourite western several times. In the movie, the hero met an untimely end when his horse plunged over a cliff. Our man watched it again anyway because he hoped it would end differently the next time.
It's been a bit like that for us with Zimbabwe. We were hoping to see something newly scripted. It seems we have the same grainy, old black and white reel. Why would you trudge in the muddy footsteps of the departed one? You know full well where they led.
Sir, no-one ever died from working with other parties to repair the wreckage. Except, perhaps in some banana republics. No-one could accuse Zimbabwe of that. You've got to at least have bananas. Are we perhaps all blind and misled? Perhaps your country is actually a paradise from which so many cross into South Africa because they cannot help but spread the joy and the love.
Hearts with one purpose alone, wrote Yeats,
Through summer and winter
Seem enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream..
Do you really want to be remembered as yet another millstone around the necks of a weary, weary people? Do we really have to have groundhog day every day in this part of the world?
We are utterly weary of being the ones who lost the bet on the game and then again on the replay. Wouldn't it be inspirational to have out of Africa (south) something new?
Yours in constant hope of being surprised.
Richard
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