Dear Mr. President
I am honoured to spill this ink wrapped with my emotions, personally directed to you. My name is Christine Nhamo and I am a 21-year-old girl full dreams and an undeniable great vision towards the betterment of our nation, Zimbabwe.
First of all, I solemnly congratulate you on the previous elections that turned in your favor. Salutations Mr. President!!! As Zimbabweans we hope you will not only be the president but also the father of our nation, ruling with sore justice, emancipation and love for all, as the head of the family.
I write this letter on behalf of more than 18 million Zimbabweans who are stuck in silence and buried in grief, praying every day for a better future for our nation. Mr. President, if you recently noticed, the economy of our nation is deteriorating. Economical crisis has become the order of the day. Prices of basic commodities like fuel and bread are unreasonably getting high, spreading the panic which is leading to the scarcity of basic goods in retails.
Mr. President, people are hungry. Masses are suffering from a devil they have no idea they provoked. The pyramidical state of capitalism is getting worse, the rich getting richer, while the poor get poorer. I am fully aware that most of the African countries’ economies are not on their full potential but Mr. President, that can’t stand as our justification. We were once a great nation, with the essence of flowing milk and honey. If we hold hands and work together, our Zimbabwe will become great again.
Mr. President, I dedicated this letter to you as a dying child with inordinate hope that, you will do everything in your power to help our nation stand. You are a man of great intelligence and influence, and as Zimbabweans, we believe you will influence the people in charge to abandon their ego-centralism, and generate towards the genuine goal, which is the prosperity and redemption of all. We can’t keep neglecting our brothers and sisters slogging as slaves in neighboring foreign lands. We can’t keep borrowing loans, accumulating taxes with no tangible beneficial reform for all.
Mr. President, I am nothing but a child, who believes in the beauty of Zimbabwe. After all, what will really matter is the impact we will leave on this earth and the people we will redeem from their internal screams for help.
The devil is rooming in the streets of Zimbabwe. People, like defenseless house coach roaches are dying every day. The rate in which accidents are occurring is unseen. It’s like we have fallen under a wreath by the gods for a seen unknown.
Mr. President, the roads are now old and they require an immediate attention. How do we expect to drive safely if the roads on their own are not dancing to the same tune? This innocent blood that is spilling on our pot-hole tarred roads can be avoided. We can’t have our fellow Zimbabweans sacrificed for a sin they never committed. Please, let’s fix the roads. It can’t be a curse to people for possessing our nationality.
Mr. President, the ulcer in my stomach is burning deep, as I see the number of street kids increasing every day. Small children are flooding the streets day and night, dirty and hungry. They desire a decent place to lay their heads on. Being fatherless and motherless cant be the only curse bestowed on them, that no one can welcome them to a better reality anymore.
What happened to financing those organizations that deal with homeless people? Why are they no longer taking part in bettering our streets? Where did we abandon our humanity? Mr. President, the orphans, the sick and the elderly are screaming for help. Please, let them be heard. Let’s not throw our blind eyes as if they don’t exist. Let’s pay attention and try to revive the last ounces of humanity.
Mr. President, during your political campaigns, the only song that was stuck on your lips was, ‘Zimbabwe is open for business’. You openly welcomed all investors around the world to take part in investing in Zimbabwe. Thumbs up Mr. President, that was a great move!
However, as Zimbabweans we patiently waited with hope on the materialization of that phrase. Recently, Nicholas Van Hoogstraten who is well known for investing in African countries and is an investor in Zimbabwe, came seeking for an opportunity to present his legal dispute over the Hwange mine and unfortunately their plea was not properly entertained.
They were publicly humiliated by some members of the parliament. Mr. President, don’t you think we have to work on how we deal with foreign investors? Growing up we were taught that arrogance can shut the golden door for great opportunities. We need to establish a compacted trust and rule with our investors so that in turn we can be trusted with their money.
Mr. President, how are we going to work on our dream if the powerful minority protect their self-interests on the expense of the majority? How do some people find pleasure in the exploitation of the poor? It’s sad we feast on the poor’s taxes, while the rich live extravagantly in their diamond mansions.
Mr. President, I am only but a child, but soon the fruits of my womb will flood the nation. Please, let’s ensure it won’t be a living hell for them. Together we can stand, but divided we will fall. We grabbed this country over the blood of our fathers, let’s make them proud so that each and every drop of their sweat won’t be in vain.
Mr. President, we might have gotten rid of the previous government, but we surely overlooked its archaic systems. The Land Reform that was put in place long ago had the good and the bad. We can’t keep giving land to people who are not in full capacity to invest in it. It’s not about owning a lot of lands, its about what you do with the land.
Zimbabwe is a rich country, with capable farmers who can produce surplus for exports. Let’s give them an opportunity, lets promote them. All the idle lands should be given to people with enough drive and capacity to produce something regardless they are locals or foreigners. This will in turn benefit our nation with employment, goods and forex to work on our dream.
Mr. President, mwana asingacheme anofira mumbereko. I, the daughter of our soil, have said my thoughts. I pray your intelligence, influence and power, carry Zimbabwe to a better level. Let’s hold hand to make our nation great again. May the Almighty bless Zimbabwe…