A Life Through World War II, Politics, Bogosi
Monday, March 14, 2016
Kenneth Nkhwa
I stop to ask a woman selling sweets and airtime by the roadside how far Gulubane is and whether my car would be able to withstand the gravel road.
I arrive in Gulubane quicker than I had anticipated and ask for directions to Rre Nkhwa’s home. The man points to a home just two yards ahead of me. Knock! Knock! and a voice shouts from inside the house, “Ngina”.
It is a clear signal that the government’s purse is empty and that our own behaviour has left veterinary officials fighting with one hand tied behind their backs. We have been here before. During COVID-19, many of us thought we knew better. We ignored simple rules, we carried on as if the danger was someone else’s problem, and the virus took lives and left our economy on its knees. We are still broke from that experience. Yet now, with FMD...