I had a lengthy chat the other day with a senior female politician about wide ranging issues and wondered why the country is in such a mess when there are people like her – and no doubt many others – whose passion for a better Zimbabwe is up there with ordinary men and women of goodwill who toil each day wondering where the kcuf we are going thirty one years on. She went beyond the usual calls for women’s empowerment, gender parity, the usual stuff one would hear from politicians and some such types.

The 21st century is full of gender-bending/gender-mending cliches and contradictions, and I heard it even from Zanu PF’s Aeneus Chigwedere on national television the other night: educate a woman and you have empowered the nation, and sure the women in the audience clapped till their palms hurt. But then with some folks, you know they don’t always mean what they say: three decades is long enough to know someone, ask folks married for that long.

From the despair of the female politician about the long tortuous journey not only to break the glass ceiling but also good governance, better, cheaper sanitary hygiene it struck me she mentioned that if women’s progress in Zimbabwe is to leave a lasting imprint for generations to come, why not start this enlightenment, empowerment, future female politician, gender parity crusade in centres of higher learning; that is, the university and tertiary institutions where young bright females can be encouraged to take up issues that will prepare them for future participation in shaping national policy and issues of governance.

While some female politicians cut their teeth in the bush before independence and others in trade unionism after independence, what contemporary social circumstances and institutions present that opportunity for the continuity of female political participation on a national level? Tertiary institutions right?  Of course it made sense. And then I read on these pages a sad if not bitter letter from a female student in one of the country’s tertiary institutions about her experience with sanitary hygiene.

This is an issue the female politician spoke passionately about concerning how women in Zimbabwe continue being humiliated, as Neanderthal male politicians still dismiss it as an issue that does do not demand street protests! This is exactly what that obviously bright young woman – the letter writer referred to here – was raising in her ire that she says almost saw her leaving a used sanitary pad outside the principal’s office as a form protest.

In the end one has to ask: how do the policy czars balance their calls for women’s participation in portfolios of national relevance when the same young women are denied the conditions that will prepare them for that ascendance? The world – and indeed Zimbabwe – is full of contradictions. One has to wonder what it will take to take anyone who stands on a pedestal and purports to speak for humankind’s greater good. Some would say it is such appalling conditions that will spur them into politics as they are driven to change and better women’s lot not from the couch but from the trenches like their sisters in the bush and later in the trade unions. But then that could well be empty theorizing.

As said by the female politician, young females who have an opportunity to go to university will forever be interested in getting their degrees, then a job with some NGO and just say “kcuf politics” as long as there is no seriousness in addressing issues like what she [and that student and many others] remains passionate about: sanitary hygiene.

I was in Gwanda the weekend when the anti-petitions roadshow was in town with “party youths” in full swing enjoying alfresco rides in party trucks busy risking life and limb. I found long distance commuter omnibus drivers mad as hell as they had been forcibly removed by police from their usual pick-up points because – the drivers were told – they were interfering with people who were heading to the open space where the signatures were being collected. As we sat in the kombi impatiently waiting for it to fill up, the irascible driver could not stop complaining about “how unfree” Zimbabweans still are despite independence. Siyahawula elizweni leli. Abantu laba bafuna senzeni nxa singafuni ukuyasayina? Akusamelanga sisebenze? (We are suffering in this country. What do these people want us to do if we do not want to go and sign? Are we not supposed to work?) . . . the driver complained and it went and on and on. Then one chap who had been silently sitting, lost in his reverie suddenly said: Ungatshiswa lilanga usiyasayinela ukuthi omunye umuntu ahambe amzweni? (How can anyone stand the scorching sun just to sign something so that someone may travel overseas). That was how he understood all the ruckus about petitioning America and Britain to lift sanctions “that are hurting ordinary Zimbabweans.” It somewhat captured the mood among some people about this latest crusade to garner the support of ordinary folk ahead of elections. And obviously it would be asked if the people of Matebeleland who have suddenly become favourites of Newsnet vox pox understand the gibberish they are made to utter on national television about how sanctions are affecting their lives. The other day a bloke in Plumtree speaking in SiNdebele spoke about the removal of sanctions as if they were something that had been left at the border that needed urgent removal and one couldn’t help laugh out loud but still be ashamed at how the intelligence of rural folk was being mocked by the anti-sanctions lobby. It suspiciously looks like these Newsnet hacks simply persuade these obviously unsophisticated folks to stand in front of the camera “and say anything against sanctions” but the result is clumsy propaganda. You come to understand that old cynicism that if you tell a lie for a long time you sure end up believing it to be true, and many wish to be around to see the anti-sanctions propaganda turned against its sponsors.

He speaketh
From the mouth of babes he sounds
Grown men with twisted minds applaud
From the depths of a world past
“Free, free, at last”
He punches his fist in triumph
An urchin laughs, a belly laugh
That wrenches the stomach of his pit
The enemy yonder spits
What is is now?
“You should know.”
A voice speaketh from a place unknown
How long is it going to last?
From the depths of a world past
This will last an eternity
So long as man breathes
This is our way of African tithing
An arm and a leg perchance?
A whole life wasted on hate perhaps?
He speaketh
From the mouth of babes he sounds

I saw a boy the other day right in the middle of the city centre just sitting by the pavement and wondered what the heck he was doing there when he was obviously supposed to be in class. You see the young lad was wearing a school uniform and I paused and asked him what his story was. He told me he was a grade four pupil in one of what was once Bulawayo’s elite schools. “I was told to go home.” “Why,” I asked. “I have not paid school fees,” he told me. Obviously it brought me back to the gulf that glaringly exists between policymakers and policy implementers in this country especially after the coming of the GNU. Where do we situate a grade four pupil who is loitering in the city centre because his parents are broke and pronouncements by the Minister Education that every child has a right to education and therefore must not be expelled because the parents are poor? Of course there is nothing new in this enquiry, but the fact that these pupils seen in the city centre are usually dismissed by many strangers as  playing truant, it does provide a disturbing trend when one thinks that next time you see child in uniform right in the CBD, it is not because they decided to bunk, skip classes, but it could be because they have been told they have no place among paying students, yet it is already known that parents are failing to pay for everything including feeding their children. When is it all going to end so that these so-called future leaders in Zimbabwe are made to inherit the wind? Who needs daft future leaders when we already have our plateful?

This is a picture of Bulawayo water this morning 5 February 2011.

Try drinking that!

Sometimes I figure Zanu PF in its parochial propaganda and smear campaign gives Morgan Tsvangirai too much deist powers. I don’t think Zimbabweans will take to the streets simply because “Tsvangirai told them to.” If any revolution  is to be televised here, it will follow the standard set in the troubled North: the people themselves will take charge, not some politician being credited with inspiring mass protests as if the people were unthinking zombies. We already know what happened here before about that attempt at “organised” street marches so we won’t bother dwell on  the thesis of street any percieved protests being ostensibly led by someone who himself is a player in the power games. So if Zanu PF believe Tsvangirai will lead “peace loving people” into orgies of anarchy, well Zimbabweans have every right to feel insulted. This century’s revolutionaries certainly do not need a figure head, just the politics of the belly – among other body parts -  are enough to push grannies and teenagers to the streets. Tsvangirai the fall guy. Go figure.