I had almost done it. Almost managed to convince myself that it was ok, that things would change, that life would suddenly improve. How dangerous is that. Well, chick, bite the reality: It’s not happening anytime soon.
My job still sucks. Harare still has high demands on my nerves and my purse and I can only get $20,000 at the bank.
And I think MM has deserted me. Three months and not even a phone call. I need so much to hear his voice, to have him assure me that everything will be ok, that I will wake up one morning and the bank queues will be gone and bread will be back.
But for now I won’t deceive myself. I know I will wake up tomorrow and I’ll be lucky if the Kombi to work is still Z$3,000.00. I know I will wake up tomorrow and the Herald won’t say: “Inflation Down to Single Figure Digits”.
I was just reading my post about Waking up to Harare and smiled at the part where I wrote that the money I had wouldn’t last a week. It didn’t- but I’m still here aren’t I?