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Let's wield the whip if need be

24 Nov 2019 at 14:06hrs | Views
No matter how many times it is told, the fable of "The Arab and the Camel" is never time-worn.

Instead, it continues to hold an incredibly powerful reverence and relevance.

Not surprisingly, Bishop Lazi has continued recycling it with pious regularity in his sermons over the years.

Well, a story is told about an Arab who one day ventured deep into the inhospitable climes of the desert.

As you might know, there is nothing ambivalent about desert weather: it often gets oppressively hot during the day, where temperatures can soar to more than 56 degrees celsius at times, while, during the night, the sweltering temperatures almost always give way to bitingly nippy conditions.

So, on this one particularly uncomfortable cold night, the camel — after taking its usual pride of place outside the tent while its master luxuriously tucked himself inside — felt it could no longer brave the inclement weather conditions any longer.

Initially, it asked its master if it could just put its nose in the tent for some warmth, and the master obliged. It later asked to put its neck and front legs, to which the magnanimous Arab graciously agreed.

Finally, the camel asked to be accommodated in the tent, and the master inexplicably consented.

After ensconcing itself inside, the long-necked lumbering creature, with the added inconvenience of a bulbous hump, had taken up most, if not all, the space in the tiny desert "apartment", leaving the master claustrophobically standing by his tippy toes with his back against the bulging tent.

After discovering the duo could not possibly share the available space, the camel cheekily asked its master to sleep outside since he was the smaller of the tent occupants. Kikikiki. What a nerve!

Moral of the story: some seemingly innocuous acts and actions usually blossom into unintended and unwanted consequences.

An invasion

Well, the camels are now here and, inch-by-inch, they are taking over the city.

Bishop Lazarus was shocked out of his wits to see a whole herd of goats scampering about near the traffic lights where High Glen Road meets Willowvale.

And, lo and behold, adjacent the traffic lights stood a makeshift kraal manned by a couple of menacing rod-wielding chaps, which obviously meant that these animals, and their minders, are actually here to stay.

Goats? Right in the middle of residential suburbs? What next? Cattle? Sheep? Donkeys? Arghhh!

And it seems we have lost the capacity to be shocked.

But that is not all.

As one turns from Willowvale Road into Simon Mazorodze, to the left, there is a fledgling tombstone business that is gradually taking root.

It used to be one tombstone, but they have since progressively increased — mushroom style.

And who the hell dragged that wheel-less jalopy, which seems to be an office of sorts, and dumped it there. (Sigh!)

Then, as one approaches ZBC Mbare Studios, there is that now familiar roadside car parade.

Somehow, these on-sale cars have now been abnormally accepted as part of the cityscape.

It gets worse.

From the periphery of the city centre, right into the central business district (CBD), one is taken through a theatre of the absurd: anything and everything goes.

Vegetables, fruits, shoes, clothes and all manner of trinkets are now competing for space on the city's pavements.

Vending is not illegal. In fact, it is practiced everywhere from Marrakech (Morocco) to Shanghai (China), but it has to be regulated in a systematic and orderly manner.

And then, there is this growing brood of money-changers and wheeler-dealers right in the heart of the city.

They unashamedly wave wads of notes — and new bank notes for that matter — to passers-by as a sign they are very much open for business.

To the Bishop, recent incidences where binful and packets of freshly minted notes and coins are secreted away by "privileged depositors" from banks clearly explain the enduring anomaly where these chaps always readily have cash, and not the banks.

However, the concerned parties might want to explain away this naked illegality, it does not make sense for a bank to dole out precious money to gamblers and dairies at the expense of desperate pensioners seeking the same. Nxa!

They cannot be rules for one set of privileged clients and another for everyone else.

It is what it is — pure, unadulterated nonsense!

As for those guys in the Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe (RBZ)'s Financial Intelligence Unit (FIU), the Bishop will hold his peace, for now.

So, if those pictures had not circulated on social media, no investigation would have been carried out? Huh?

Just because some of the cases escaped the curious lenses of the Twitterati does not mean they did not happen.

As they say, absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.

In the meantime, we wait for action. I repeat: the Bishop will hold his peace, at least for now.

What happened to the law? What happened to our by-laws? And what the hell happened to decency and order?

Operation Restore Order

As someone born out of a family which was a stickler for order and discipline, Bishop Lazi congenially hates disorder and chaos.

God also loathes chaos and disorder.

John 2 shows this clearly.

It starts with that wedding at Cana of Galilee, where Jesus Christ conducted his first miracle by turning water into wine to oil the revelry of the merrymakers.

It subsequently tracks him to Capernaum, and then subsequently to Jerusalem.

However, all hell broke loose when, upon entering the temple, he found a scene reminiscent of Harare's central business district — money-changers and vendors selling oxen, sheep, doves, et cetera.

John 2:14-17 describes the first and only scene of holy wrath by Jesus that was captured in the Bible.

"And He found in the temple those who sold oxen and sheep and doves, and the money-changers doing business. When He had made a whip of cords, He drove them all out of the temple, with the sheep and the oxen, and poured out the changers' money and overturned the tables. And He said to those who sold doves, 'Take these things away! Do not make My Father's house a house of merchandise!' Then His disciples remembered that it was written, 'Zeal for Your house has eaten me up'."

We have to regain the zeal for our own house and put it in order.

The camel is now well and truly in the city.

Let us wield the whip if need be.

Bishop out!

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