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I am doing my best to dedicate quality time to myself and my family, but in the hustle and bustle of life it becomes increasingly difficult to do so.
In most instances homes and families are broken up because we only meet in the driveway.
The advances of technology has also increased the distance and warmth that is conducive to a healthy family.
There is no longer an opportunity for intimate interaction with our children.
We communicate via cellphones, we transfer funds on the Internet, our children and their parents keep to themselves because each bedroom has its own sound system and TV set. The development of life, our collective lives, has become superficial.
It takes a rare and a coordinated effort for families to share space and time together.
So I sincerely hope we can make a concerted effort to light up the fires that will reconstruct and attach meaning to the noble concept of keeping our families wellbonded during this very, very long weekend.
In a funny twist to what I have just said, there is an illegitimate member of my family that I wish would go away forever.
It is called HIV. I mean, I would not mind paying my last Zim dollars for HIV to take an all expenses paid vacation to the Valley of a Thousand Hills.
I want to ensure that it really spends a considerable amount of time on each hill, for all of us to lead a blissful life ever after.
For some inexplicable reason this incurable virus is such an unbelievable workaholic that even the term holiday does not seem to exist in its vocabulary.
Sometimes I wish these coldblooded, violent criminals who ravage and paralyse our society could be employed to scare the hell out of this thankless and parasitic virus.
Maybe I can consult a few brave hijackers to forcibly take this damned virus out of my stained system.
Maybe, just maybe, the ATM bombers can do a much more decisive job of flushing this sickening, largely sexually transmitted infection out of my system forever.
I can guarantee that you share my sentiments to the letter.
My own virus is about to graduate into adulthood, having actively lived in my system for 18 years, but to be quite frank, I am not proud.
I am sick and tired of this illegitimate member of my family. I just want to take it to a medical school, not to get better and stronger, but for a concoction of chemicals to suck the life out of it.
If anyone knows the contact details of the devil himself, I would like to have a frank word with him.
I want the tailed one to be useful for a change, for the wellness of humanity so that he can help to light up a lasting ball of fire and this virus can be thrown in there to burn and rot forever.