So here is my final post in this series about Zimbabwe. I’ll probably have to edit most of this post at some point.

One of the things I sometimes wonder is if Zimbabwe will ever get out of its current predicament. There is an opposition party, and in general I would expect not many people to support the current government. But it feels like change will only come when the current leader passes away.

Here is the second part of my tales from Zims. Note that this is a reposting of a post I wrote in December 2012.

Now, as of writing this post, I am not a well-travelled person, and have seen very few cities. To me, Harare was extremely busy, overflowing to the seams with cars, commuter buses and pick-ups. This is what you get when there is no public transport, and the state of the roads made this no better. Combined with bad driving (the commuter buses again) and an erratic power supply, and you end up with the worst transport system I have laid my eyes on. Seriously. Locals there told me that it wasn’t always like this, that they used to work in the city and come home for lunch. Now, this would take far too long.

The following post was originally written in 2012. Given that the blog it was originally on is no more, I am reposting it here.

As promised in the previous post, I will talk a bit about Zimbabwe. Also, to make it clear-in this post, I am talking about Harare, specifically the suburbs and not the poorer areas.

I was very fortunate to be able to spend over a month this year in Zimbabwe, a place which is commonly perceived in the West to be a broken country ruled by a corrupt dictator, who somehow manages to retain power at the age of 88, showing no signs of letting his grip loosen. In fact, this is pretty much what Zimbabwe is like right now-broken, corrupt, poor and underdeveloped.