I was so appalled to learn that a policewoman had lost her job for allegedly falling in love with a member of the Movement for Democratic Change.
When did falling in love become a criminal offence under these circumstances? Or is the Zimbabwe Republic Police governed by a separate law or code of conduct?
I personally think this is victimisation based on gender because it is no secret that romance does exist between political rivals.
It is also public knowledge that some legislators have also taken love across the political divide.
“There is no law that forbids love and this is purely victimisation taken too far. These are just baseless accusations which boil down to the fact that she is a woman and nothing else,” says Netsai Mushonga, director of the Women’s Coalition of Zimbabwe.
“This story does not make any sense at all and I doubt whether that action would have been applied to a male counterpart.”
This story reminded me of the early days of Zimbabwe’s independence when freedom fighters returned home to settle down as ordinary citizens of this country.
These comrades engaged in relationships that ended in marriage, but some were not so fortunate as politics took centre stage.
One comrade ditched his girlfriend the moment he discovered that her father was a Zipra cadre who had fought side by side with Nikita Mangena during the struggle.
This happened a few weeks from the date that he was scheduled to pay lobola for this woman.
It was a major blow to the woman, who has since married an American.
But why have we allowed politics to interfere with our personal lives?
And should politics be a barrier or hindrance to love, which may actually bridge differences in the long run? Isn’t this victimisation taken too far?
Can someone please give us a plausible explanation?
I received so a lot of feedback from the article I wrote recently about how expecting mothers were now choosing home births rather than register with public medical institutions.
Vimbai had this to say: “I have been touched by your article because I was a victim of abuse by nurses at a local public medical institution.
Three years ago I delivered my first baby. I was registered at Makoni Clinic in Chitungwiza for antenatal check-ups although my aunt had initially suggested hiring a midwife for a home birth.
I went into labour around 11pm, got to the clinic and the nurse, who apparently had been sleeping, reluctantly examined me.
She then told me that I was overdue and referred me to Chitungwiza Central Hospital where a nurse on duty never bothered to attend to me. She just ushered me into a small pre-term labour room.
It was not until 4am that a doctor came in and examined us and left. The doctor said I was ready for delivery, but the nurse told me the opposite. She said that I was still far from delivery.
The nurse then accused me of not having a new exercise book to register my medical history. She wanted me to buy one from her.
I had not been told about the extra exercise book. I had an antenatal card which I thought would suffice, but that created more tension.
I finally managed to contact my husband who then brought an exercise book. That did not please the nurses.
By then I was in so much agony. I approached the nurse once again who snapped at me.
I couldn’t bear it any more so I went to my bed, said a short prayer and started pushing the baby out.
My aunt happens to be a well-known veteran teacher in that community. When she came to visit me and mentioned my name, the arrogant nurses were severely embarrassed.