Taking the exit door after the great election robbery.
Whenever I fly out, Buju Banton’s Untold Stories rings in my head as I see many young people flying out too, but unlike me they won’t be coming back.
For those who don’t know it, here is part of its lyrical content.
“Who can afford to run will run,
But what about those who can't they will have to stay,Opportunity a scarce, scarce commodity,
In these times I say,
When mama spend her last and send you go class,
Never you ever play,
It's a competitive world for low budget people,
Spending a dime while earning a nickel
With no regards to who it may tickle.”It's a tragedy that so many Zimbabweans have had to leave home: I just watched your video where they exited in a jojo tank. Its heartbreaking
