The day starts with another early morning walk - even earlier than yesterday, but this time it is just Ellie and I. When we get to the place where we are going to start our walk, there are four cars there. We try to judge from the cars' appearances whether they are dog walkers or wailers. Wailers are of the religious type who go into the rocks to implore God to deliver them from all sorts of evils. I remember seeing one man walking round and round in tortured circles, shouting, 'God, God, come to Bulawayo, God! Come! Come!' Obviously, God steered clear of that one.
I have often thought that many Christians address God as though he isn't going to listen to them or as if he is a teacher facing a class of enthusiastic pupils, all waving their hands in the air when he asks a question, but he can only choose one. Surely if you believe in something, you know it will deliver what you ask for. All this wailing surely only points to a lack of belief.
Luckily, we come across neither dog walkers nor wailers.
John goes shopping and is stopped at a roadblock by a policeman with no face mask so John gives him a (rather large) piece of his mind and is swiftly waved through. He comes back as disheartened as I was on Saturday. As the council water tastes so disgusting, we now have to pay for drinking water which is unsustainable in the long term.
Confusion reigns as regards the government's directive that companies have to test their workers for the coronavirus before they can reopen. A test that is worth US$1 is being sold by the government for US$25. If you have a hundred workers, that's a rather large amount of money you will have to shell out.
It might be worth a wail in the rocks.
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