One day we shall rise

.It was 17:28 and I was walking along Robert Mugabe when suddenly there was a lot of jostling as women carrying their wares and babies on their backs were running for dear life. I hear 'kanzuru,kanzuru!'(Council police! Council Police!) I look back and I see one man's wares being taken away. I like to think he is a family man. A man whose family eagerly waits everyday for him to prove his manhood by providing for them.I saw that hope die in his eyes like a smothered candle wick. I like to think one of those women was a widow, a single mother an orphan heading a family....The one thing certain and clear about these women and men is that they are trying to make a living the only way they know know how to provide for their struggling families. I remembered how my own widowed grandmother raised her own children via the monies they made selling wares and how we all benefited, directly or indirectly from that labor of love. I like to think that these women and men are trying to make something of their children's lives , for their family to be counted among others. I also like to think that they have a dream that one day..........I like to think that somebody in Council abused the Community development funds because they were availed, I also like to think that that somebody forgot about these very people who elected him or her into power in the hope that one day.......My heart bled and I shed a solitary tear and I thought,what can I possibly do today?Today I will tell their story but one day...........