ZESA, is there light at the end of the shaky shaft? A no-power utility.
Son, you will have to put up with garbage, what else do you expect
when you languish in a coo where lies are cooked ,colored, cuddled
as the truth, the one and only way to a dreamland of honey, not hell.
Where hearths, bulbs and stoves are alien to heat, light or cooking.
Where dimness is expediently mistaken for brightness and beauty.
Where vain and foul fawns and clowns will defend the indefensible.
They will convict anything, everything, everybody— nature included.
They will promote and praise either perpetually potholed roads,
or projects that have been in limbo for literally forty-four years,
and slam any sane soul who says it is good to be positive yet it
is naïve to abruptly believe that a man who botched to notch up
a tiring marathon race when he was young and strong— would superbly
win it at the age of 44 or at a ‘past’ one. Where is the logic? If naivety
were a soul, that soul would never ever see the light of redemption!
Well, the Zimbabwe Electricity Supply Authority has gloomy news.
ZESA has bared low and Lord-have-mercy scary load-shedding lists.
Tough luck, if you are not an adherent, a facilitator or a beneficiary
of the system, but what else do you think when you live in a bubble
where they do the same odd, old things over, yet expect unlike ends?
You will have to put up with lousier, lengthier and harsher periods
without power and peace. There is a solemn drought that is decreed
and depicted by an acute shortage of water. Perhaps that one can be
pardoned? However, the 44-year old drought of ideas and development,
hell no. Its colors: decay, damage and corruption. What did you expect?
Dear denizens, brace up for longer days of dryness, dreariness and denialism.
