The Dry Season
We are dry, we are dry,
Blood sucked from our lives
Life sucked from our veins
We are dry, we are dry,
The wind blows, blows through us, around us, before us
We are dry...we are dry.
Our voices, our tongues
They are dry, they are dry
Where's my tongue? Where's my voice?
It is dry, dry, dry...
Why?
When will the rains arrive?
When will our voice return?
Will my hope survive this dry, dry, dry?
Will I make it out alive?
Rains water our hope
Make it alive, alive, alive
Weed out my doubts
Let them die, die, die
Our voices, our tongues, don't let them sigh, sigh, sigh
Let us live, let us die
Make us alive, alive, alive.
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In Zim the dry season is a time when the earth is cracked, the water has disappeared, and everyone looks with hope to the coming of the rains - which we hope will arrive in December. But what of the dryness that eats at our souls? Has Zimbabwe lost hope? How do we regain our hope and vision for a brighter tomorrow, when today seems so limited, frightening and fragile? Do we look to the sky for rain to water our dreams? Or do we look deep inside the earth to find the life buried beneath, the water that will allow us to rebuild, grow and strengthen ourselves?
Yesterday there was supposed to be a protest march in Harare, organized by the trade unions and other human rights groups. What happened? Very little. Why? The leaders of the march were arrested before the march could take place. Without leaders, people will not follow. Especially if there is the threat of violence - which there was. I had my first taste of what happens when the "people speak" in Zimbabwe...the center of town gets shut off by the police. Everyone who has to drive into town has to go through numerous roadblocks - which were still there when I went to church at 5:00p.m. and still there when I returned around 9:00 p.m. So another failed attempt to voice concerns? Perhaps... What is the alternative? This morning I was talking to a friend who put it very well. He said that Zimbabwe has to look within to solve its problems. For too long we have been looking outside - looking at colonization; looking at international donors; looking outside the real reasons the people here are suffering. As a people we need to be strong and find our voice - quench each others' thirst and find a united, Zimbabwean way forward. Violence is definitely not the answer - history has taught us that. But complacency isn't either. So when will the rain come?
Blood sucked from our lives
Life sucked from our veins
We are dry, we are dry,
The wind blows, blows through us, around us, before us
We are dry...we are dry.
Our voices, our tongues
They are dry, they are dry
Where's my tongue? Where's my voice?
It is dry, dry, dry...
Why?
When will the rains arrive?
When will our voice return?
Will my hope survive this dry, dry, dry?
Will I make it out alive?
Rains water our hope
Make it alive, alive, alive
Weed out my doubts
Let them die, die, die
Our voices, our tongues, don't let them sigh, sigh, sigh
Let us live, let us die
Make us alive, alive, alive.
***************************************
In Zim the dry season is a time when the earth is cracked, the water has disappeared, and everyone looks with hope to the coming of the rains - which we hope will arrive in December. But what of the dryness that eats at our souls? Has Zimbabwe lost hope? How do we regain our hope and vision for a brighter tomorrow, when today seems so limited, frightening and fragile? Do we look to the sky for rain to water our dreams? Or do we look deep inside the earth to find the life buried beneath, the water that will allow us to rebuild, grow and strengthen ourselves?
Yesterday there was supposed to be a protest march in Harare, organized by the trade unions and other human rights groups. What happened? Very little. Why? The leaders of the march were arrested before the march could take place. Without leaders, people will not follow. Especially if there is the threat of violence - which there was. I had my first taste of what happens when the "people speak" in Zimbabwe...the center of town gets shut off by the police. Everyone who has to drive into town has to go through numerous roadblocks - which were still there when I went to church at 5:00p.m. and still there when I returned around 9:00 p.m. So another failed attempt to voice concerns? Perhaps... What is the alternative? This morning I was talking to a friend who put it very well. He said that Zimbabwe has to look within to solve its problems. For too long we have been looking outside - looking at colonization; looking at international donors; looking outside the real reasons the people here are suffering. As a people we need to be strong and find our voice - quench each others' thirst and find a united, Zimbabwean way forward. Violence is definitely not the answer - history has taught us that. But complacency isn't either. So when will the rain come?
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