It’s hot in Harare. I don’t remember it ever being this hot. Maybe it’s not so much that it’s so hot but that there are no cool drinks to quench the thirst, no water at home to take a cool shower with and no happy people on the street to share a joke with.
It’s hot. I felt the heat when I went out at lunch. The sweaty heat in the masses of people at CABS First Street- waiting for their money, waiting for the quenching of a thirst that they no longer acknowledge.
The sweltering heat in the words of the angry customer at a forex licensed supermarket who demanded to have his change instead of buying something else to make up the balance.
The lustful heat of greed in the eyes of the forex dealer at Ximex mall as he hurriedly did a transaction.
And the explosive heat in a high office somewhere because Morgan did not travel to Swaziland.
It’s hot in Harare today. Can anyone out there feel it too?