The City is fractured, it's just not like our precious City.
Bulawayo normally pulls together through thick and thin, but this week has seen so much bitterness and distress.
Distress is an understatement, Bulawayo looks after it's own, and when a young mother in our community finds herself in a predicament, we all find ourselves in a predicament.
Social media does not help, and unless one finds oneself living under a rock, every tiny piece of sadness, every tiny piece of hurt, every tiny piece of anguish resonates within the community.
The young people who still remain in Zimbabwe are a special breed, tough, resilient, entrepreneurial, delightful. We need them to maintain standards, we need them to keep us oldies together, we need them to give us grandchildren, and to listen to our stories.
When they get hurt, we get hurt, when they need assistance we provide assistance and we react to protect our offspring.
Sadly, as always happens with social media, words have been distorted, sad things and bad things have been said, the fracture might widen even further, knives have been drawn and people have been hurt. We pray that right will prevail, that souls will be soothed, that wrongs will be righted. Our Community needs to stay together in order to go forward in strength.
'Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honourable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.'