Zimbabwe From A Birds Eye View

By Nowizz

The book sets to encourage you to seek God much more for a guidence in order for us to meet with our destiny path despite what goes on globally negatively.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Noel Borerwe
• Release date: Dec 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215878798

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Part 1

Stepping Into a

Place of Realization

Chapter 1:  Deep in Thought

Born in Zimbabwe in the heart of Harare in 1989, nine years after Zimbabwe earned its independence. I am sure for newly Zimbabwean wedded couples it would have been high hopes for the future. Our country before attaining its independence was coming from a place of turmoil with situations such as black students in classrooms went into hiding as they heard the sounds of the gun shots right at the school premises during the 70's, Chimurenga war to now be in a place where our currency would become very valuable. In our new economy at the time job opportunities were available for Zimbabweans at a high rate than what is now globally.

Our farming sector was at the time the heart of the Southern African region. We had set up structures which would ensure that the land would fully be utilized to produce many different types of crops to be used by both the Zimbabweans and for export. Our farmers were experienced in their field of farming and the farmers worked passionately, tirelessly for good harvest for the country. I am sure it is always a great feeling to be able to marry your spouse knowing that we are both employed with access to mortgage benefits, access to medical aid facilities with an opportunity to take bank loans at a very normal unchangeable interest rate. It is also a great feeling knowing that as soon as you finish university you would get a job in the main cities with having to say goodbye to your home village at a tender age of about 24 years to 25 years.

It has been 11 months now staying here in Botswana. I have not run away from my country but the Lord has brought me here for a reason as part of his breakthrough and restoration plan for me. In my time alone in Botswana this year 2020 I took the chance to look at Zimbabwe at a bird’s eye view connecting the dots from 1989 my birth year right about up to this point in time.

I began connecting the dots by looking at Zimbabwe from a different spectrum.

I am someone who grew up being passionate about my country since my dad used to attend the Zimbabwe Warriors matches which were played at the National Sports Stadium. I recall legends like Peter Ndlovu, Ronald Gidiza Sibanda, Agent Sawu, Karma Billiat, Gift Muzadzi and many great national team players. I would feel that the players played not for the television alone but with the heart and pride for the country knowing that 60 thousand fans filling the National Sports Stadium along with the millions watching the television would look for nothing but a win as well as sweat shed on the field.

With love for the nation even when one played for a well-established soccer team abroad, Peter Ndlovu playing in the English Premier League once flew in to arrive on the very day of the soccer match. I am really wowed that the will to play for the nation was a number one priority for Peter Ndlovu despite playing for his country that had never reached the World Cup tournament even up to now or even to win the Africa Nations Cup. Is it what we need as a nation again that pride, that love for the nation in whatever area of work we are involved in?

In the heart of Ledumadumane an area which is ten minutes into entering the main city Gaborone is where my writing would begin of the book before your eyes. Here is a beautiful scene I witnessed on New Year’s Eve soon as the countdown was over, to my amazement was that in block 7 across the road opposite where I reside almost every house had fireworks sparking the sky. The sky was painted red, green, gold, white with fireworks, such amazing scenery it was as I stood alone watching.

That Zimbabwean pride in me arose from my heart and as the locals here in my yard looked on towards the firework, my spirit within me led me to looking towards the route to Zimbabwe and as I looked on straight ahead tears started flowing down from my eyes. At the time no one in the yard knew that I had been shedding tears for Zimbabwe at heart and from that moment on I could tell that 2020 was going to be a hard pressing year for the majority of Zimbabweans.

Having spent about 11 months in Botswana now, I recall the first month of my arrival, the very first day I had to withdraw cash from the ATM but now because in Zimbabwe it been so long since I had operated the ATM because of economic hardship the only way to operate the ATM machine was to ask the guard to assist me on the functions to press on a ATM machine.

In that moment in time would I think that is Botswana in its prime time or it is standard for a nation to have functioning bank ATM and if so then how would we become a better Zimbabwe again. Speaking on the prime time of Botswana it reminded me of Zimbabwe in the year 1994 - 1995 where I myself was attending nursery at Yellow Rose Nursery School, I am sure banks were really functioning at the best giving the great service to their clientele and for me this would mean that we truly did have our prime time in a capitalist set up way before Botswana did but tables indeed turned.

This would mark beginning of me having to access hard cash from the bank ATM during my stay in Botswana. All of a sudden here in Botswana the electricity would not go, as I left Zimbabwe going through the load shedding program in most cases from 4 a.m. to 10pm. The tap water outdoor as well as indoor is very much available at the new house where I am staying as opposed to back home the last time the taps provided us with running water was in 2007 and it was so abundant that we could plant vegetables.

Having to have experienced waiting in a fuel queue for about 7 hours leading is to making new associates in a fuel queue. It became the norm that in joining a fuel queue would someway somehow become a way to refresh my mind through interacting with those waiting for fuel as well. I now have this opportunity to be here in Gaborone, Botswana and it has dawned to me that every second counts if I am to make it out here in a foreign country.

There is no fuel queue, or a queue for water here in Gaborone this is the chance to use the very much available water, available electricity to maximum effect thus one can reach their maximum level over a shorter period of time opposed to how the work load can pile for an individual in Zimbabwe for having not water and electricity.

Now that I am 30 years old, being in a situation where I still am not with a degree, still to marry and still working piece jobs this was now the best time to look back into to life to how I have reached this stage in life. My high school days is where I would have to start looking back from, the way I carried myself, my character, my setbacks, shaping me to the person I am today.

I began my high school at Prince Edward School in Zimbabwe doing my form 1 to form 4 and in class I was A2 which was the second-best class out of 7 classes. 

The subjects offered we did as A2 students were:

Chemistry

Physics

French

Latin

English Literature

Economics

Accounts including

Shona

History

Geography

Mathematics  

English

These are important subjects that would lead a focused student to one day becoming a pilot, engineer, economist, ambassador, lawyer and many more options in the long run.

At the time in high school my focus was never really to become something in life but the main focus was to finally attend University in order to be away from parents since freedom is what every teenager wished for. Only after University is when I would decide which job I would apply for determined by my degree undertaken.

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Changes in Adolescent Years

The beginning of my downfall in adolescent years was during my O-level exams, I personally did not sit in the Chemistry, Mathematics, Physics exams. The History and Geography exam I took shots of ballistic alcohol which I was offered by my peers. The ballistic alcohol would assist in ensuring that the long hours in the exam would feel shorter but this proved to be a wrong move because the alcohol affected my thought process. {I encourage teenagers never to make this move in life to take any drug substance before and exam}.

Had it not been for this powerful book of Rich Dad Poor Dad by (Robert Kiyosaki, 1997) which I took upon myself to read after finishing high school, I would have not have been inspired truly to take on learning how to create businesses even without enough schooling.

In our family I am the first born and being in my adolescent years I was with no clarity on what was ahead in life if one had no O-Level certificate in Zimbabwe. Without reason to pass your O-Level examinations it increases your chances of failing the first time you attempt to have five O-Levels at one go. After our O-Level results were ready for collection the following year I only managed to pass 3 subjects which were Economics, English and English Literature out of the 9 subjects. The subjects passed show me that where my heart was is I gave 110% towards English, English Literature and Economics.

At times it is not about where the heart is alone but the bigger picture in itself thus, I had to ensure I would get a total of 5 O-Levels along the way, since this was a required certificate to have in high school for further education. At Gateway High School is where I would then re

Reviews for Zimbabwe From A Birds Eye View

[Noel Nyasha Borerwe · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

perfect book it gives light on one can truly consider having the Lord guide them at an individual level.