Hope for Zimbabwe?

After spending the last hour or so reading news stories on whats happening in Zimbabwe I feel the need to express myself here - gather my thoughts on the matter.

just do a quick search on Zimbabwe and have a read....

We still have family in Zim...and the reality is that this is all actually happening!

It feels surreal to imagine that disasters happen all the time, earthquakes , hurricanes and wars - but its all just news really. It's something that the CNN and BBC can employ people to report on. Right?
Another excuse for a telemarathon to raise funds for the emaciated pictures of black African children. A reason to let a single tear form in the corner of your eye because the symphonic background music crescendo's just at the point a widower buries her husband. Hmmm?
Its all just a 'sign of the times'....isn't it?

Well it has hit me quite hard that this is possibly not the case. A bit of a stutter in my hazy world of butterflies and roses - a damning reality on my own insensitivity and callous human nature.

So what do I want to do....well in essence the problem is so huge and the international outcry so astonishingly ineffective, that all we can really do is get on our knees.

This is another silent cry to action and prayer. A call to end the tyranny and madness of another African dictator. To stand in the gap for a nation held in the grip of poverty, death and deep darkness.

I can't help but pose the philosophical question - Where is the justice? Is there justice?

This is not a dramatised plea for aid and UN relief, but a heartfelt desire for freedom and light to burst through the haze of deception that has hidden the plight of real people in a real place!