Glimpsing Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

Glimpsing

My ethnic mind has visions of my country
Glimpsing a future nation in a state of Uhuru
My home coming of age long after I am gone.
My ethnic corpse being a fossil embedded in its fabric
in my one and only Zimbabwe

For my beautiful hardworking people
I imagine a land of milk made of honey
future generations proud to call it their own
a middle income country where all have livelihoods.

In my time we experienced good times with bad times
Our currency going from strong to the weakest
people suffering and living a wretched life so sad.

Leaders kept saying nothing good comes without suffering
As if we did not suffer enough since 1890
As if sixteen years of war did not hurt us more
As if we were created for an imaginary nation of deprivation
As if...
Need I go on and on and on?

From the time we became a republic
we tried all sorts of systems
even went as far as involving the public
in running our affairs allowing criticism
But even that did not bring prosperity

We tried to have a democracy
We did not really succeed
fake churches causing demoncracy
preachermen full of sloth and greed
turning faith into a fiat currency.

We tried a socialist system
donors causing harm with structural adjustments
every economic system becoming like a schism.
our endeavours never reaching advancement

In my ethnic mind I see Zimbabwe running as a Zimbocracy
A new nation of true African Uhurucracy
A continental gem of African Ubuntucracy
A system derived from the basic philosophy of Afrocentricracy

A brand new system of governance bringing joy to the people
to the black people
The people of Zimbabwe
This is what I am glimpsing.

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