A letter of apology to Zimbabwe

Dear beloved country,

Today I write to you on behalf of all children born under your care, without you we would have no real identity of who we are, where we come from and what we believe in. It is with greatest saddness that today I sit here forced by situations which you never created but which have been brought about by children who refuse to accept change and have gone deaf and blind to what most of us as children of the soil cry for.

I am sorry that you have had to take back so many of your own children in some of the most cruel and unimaginable ways, too much blood has been spilled in the name of independence and democracy. Please forgive us for leaving you in the hands of vultures, children who are no longer interested in building and developing a society with good moral values but would rather promote a culture of greed and hate of their own flesh and blood. Our history is a very long one, one that has passed through generations of kings and chiefs, prime ministers and presidents, peasants and farmers, young and old and rich and poor.

We now envy those days that we used to get up looking forward to a happy and stress free day, today all that is around us paints a very bleak picture of a future that continues to have divisions in society. In todays world we still have brothers and sisters with no plate of food to eat, no education, health care and a roof over their head when we are now suppose to be living in a post mordern world where such basic life requirements should be accessible to all. Please forgive us for not having the will and strength to defeat the evil that has hidden it's self in the systems used to govern us, I believe we were all born to learn how to live life to the best of our abilities but because of the barriers created by the systems in use and exasperated by the manupilation of the same systems by our own leaders that we trusted with our welfare.

I promise from now on, we will try and learn to take the lead in our individual lives, than to put trust in men and women who no longer have limits in what they do, how they do it and do not care who it will affect. We have learnt the very hard way, we have lost many a brother, sister, son, daughter,uncle,auntie, cousin, grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, friend, companion, teacher and many others who we identified with in various ways in our lives. Our time is now, now is the time for all of us to take control of our lives and start the healing process that will make you the pride of Africa again.

Your Prodigal child

Proud Zimbabwean