One of the numerous statements from my younger sibling – the only younger one by the way which in itself is telling in that she is the one who took the coveted last born cup right from my clutches. In African countries, especially in Zimbabwe, we know that we call that “ugotwe” and it is a position filled with lots of privileges.At this point, I ain’t pressing charges about her taking away those so-called privileges when I was just a wee four year old one.

So this sibling of mine was always appalled by the way everything is being monetized in our new world and perhaps generation. Back in the day you would get a whole clan of stranger men helping you with a push when your car broke down without expecting so much as a thank you. It was the way of life, we were our brother’s keeper. Nowadays you get someone asking for “yedrink” for only pointing out that your car boot door is open.

My sibling doing what she loves doing, helping and serving with a smile!

Well, we went to leave our church collections of the contributions that had been made towards Cyclone Idai victims in Chimanimani. The Presbyterian Church in Highlands had a well organised administration program for the collection, packing and sending off of these collections which ranged from food items, various toiletries (really it was touching to realise people could individually remember to add sanitary wear for women victims of the cyclone), there was an assortment of clothing and bedding items as well as various utensils.

People even brought empty household containers; when it comes right down to it all, the cyclone had wiped away everything so the Chimanimani resident were left with essentially nowhere to start from after the storm. This would be no calm after the storm as a scramble for survival is most likely to erupt ensuing the cyclone.

What really touched this sibling of mine was how people came from all walks of life, races, ages and various organizational affiliations to give an item or two towards victims of the Cyclone. It was one of those few times when people are there as people with no racial, class or religious segregation boundaries and the way everyone supported just showed their passion and sincerity. When we finished playing our small part, leaving others to take up a stand on the sorting tables, we looked back with tears in our eyes at how much people still cared and could mobilise themselves to solve a national crisis-with or without any government subsidies or participation.

No racial barriers when humanity is at the core of our actions.
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2 Comments

Leonard Matsa · April 4, 2019 at 7:53 pm

There are parts of us that the endless economic and political crisis cannot access. Our Ubuntu. Which to me is the God in us. Well done Zimbabwe. Well done friends of Zimbabwe!

    Lutrish Gandawa · April 7, 2019 at 10:41 am

    So true Leonard, the God in us all cannot and would never be changed by circumstances, nomatter how inhumane those circumstances sometimes get to be.

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