This is all that remains.
An eyewitness tells what happened when Mad Bobby Mugabe's ZANU thugs targeted his local market.
This morning I went down to the street market to witness first hand what has taken place. Last week I drove down the same roads. The street market is situated down one side of the road (the govt. made the road a one way specifically to accommodate the market, yes, the same so called ‘illegal market’). Small stalls were crammed together and there was a happy bustle about the place. Fruit, vegetables, beans, grains, roasted mealies. African wood carvings, mats, baskets and wooden spoons. At the end of the street, a section selling second hand bric-a-brac. Vendors were all calling out the price of their goods trying to entice us in. There was a happy, calm, peaceful ambiance.
Now, there is nothing but a pile of rubble. Steel, plastic and cardboard lies in a twisted heap. There are people milling around, but nobody is trading. If this was a clean up operation, then why did the police not ‘clean up’? The area is devastated and the mess has been left for all to see.
Tears roll down my cheeks as I remember the market as it was just one week ago. Now as I write this, I am angry. Angry at mugabe. Angry at the police and army who carry out insane orders from a despot. But most of all, I am angry at the international community. Zimbabweans are crying out for help. We have not had a natural disaster. We have had no ‘tsunami’ but we are suffering the same horrors! This dictator has no mercy! Please, somebody help us! [Emphasis mine, as if it was needed]
Is anybody listening? Hello...., Hello...., click..., damn!
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