Let's reminisce...................Close your eyes... and go back in time... Listening to the mule cart clattering along down the "sanitary lane" in the early morning for the buckets to be emptied.
Remember hen milk and newspaper were delivered to your
I'm talking about the time of Hide and Seek in the park
or the dark;
Wait, can you still remember...
I'm not finished just yet... Can you still taste and
Remember when it was magic when dad would
"remove" his thumb or make 10 cents appear from behind your
Decisions were made by going
Building a swing from a piece of rope tied to a tree. Taking a bath at 4:00pm (woe betide you if you hadn't bathed when your parents got home at 5pm!!).
Waiting for TV 1 to start and watching cartoons like Fat
Albert, Voltron, Care Bears, Rainbow!!! Smurfs, Inspector Gadget and
those unforgettable cartons from the Czech Republic or some place with
no sound and simple graphics!
School holidays that lasted what seemed like years. And the night before the first day of school when you couldn't get to sleep. Shoes polished till you could see your face in them, suitcase clearly labeled with your name in large capitals, uniform pressed, new stationery (that your parents got from work!)
Going to visit your grandparents in the rural areas at Easter, Heroes Weekend and Christmas. Roasted mealies, monkey nuts, sugar-cane, pumpkin, pumpkin leaves in peanut butter, beef that tasted like beef, sour milk.
Going to the 'growth point' to play soccer with a ball made of plastic bags and newspaper or 'slug'. Sipping a 300ml bottle of Coca Cola and a packet of maputi. Going to the river with the girls to do the laundry.
Good times were always had at the following places - any
evening of the week... The Blue Gardenia / The Gremlin / The Yellow
Orchid / Fritz in Byo / The Capri /, Maxies / cross the Border at
Maria's, or Merna Brown's place, or Machipanda, and don't forget the
And those days when children were allowed to run free without worry through the bush surrounding our houses, learning to entertain ourselves through the wanders of nature. When a scrape, a bump, or cut was treated as just that and accepted as a requirement in the process of growing up.
Those days at Breedon Everard Raceway to help run bars, cook burgers, and then when just a teenager being allowed to do the beer and cash run in someone's pickup, and then latter to martial a check point. If not at Breedon Everard these activities were repeated by us all at one of many sports clubs or associations throughout the country.
The regular coming together of many friends with their offspring at dinner parties, Braais, vintage car runs, progressive dinners to name a few. With good humoured mirth, stories, myths and acting the source of entertainment. All this to be listened to whilst pretending to be asleep next door or supposedly in the car outside. The days when someone was in need there was a whole network of support from family and friends waiting in the wings to lend a hand.
May be, just may be, that is why the likes of us Zimbo's, no matter where we have now scattered throughout the world, are regarded as a good, honest, resourceful people who enjoy the good life but prepared to take hardship on the shoulder. Often resulting in us being taken to be older than our actual years. For we have seen more, done more and learnt to enjoy life for what it throws at us, even if at times it may strip us of everything we have worked so hard for. However we have the character to shake our shoulders and stand again in our own pride.
What is the reason for this ability? The answer is not far away, and not very surprising, for are we not ALL from pioneering stock, as historically all Africans are?
So lets give a moment of thought to give thanks to those who started the whole unforgettable adventure enjoyed by our generation, our forefathers and mothers!!!! Without them we would not now be able to contact each other, from time to time, from across the globe and reminisce about the good ol' times! For they are what make life worth living, THE MEMORIES.
If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED!!!!
Pass this on to anyone (especially those who grew up in Rhodesia who may need a break from their "grown up" lives.) And remember that we who are left here, are now Zimbabweans, we have enjoyed our lives so much in this beautiful country, let us pray that, as true Zimbabweans, we will be able to enjoy the new, if different, life that stretches before us.