
Traveling the shortest route to Botswana meant crossing the entire country of
Zimbabwe in one day. We filled two containers with gasoline and set off. A total of twelve police check-stops slowed us down, but our papers were in order, so on we sped.
We weren't able to visit our pastor friends in the capital city of Harare. Our presence might have threatened their safety, and we felt it best to avoid further scrutiny. When we stopped to fill our tank with the gas we carried, this boy with his donkey cart came along, and we gave him the enpty jugs.
We saw many donkey carts in use, because fuel is in short supply and expensive. With
inflation rising by the hour, many people have lost their jobs. How do they survive? We saw people lining the city streets, standing hopelessly by the shops. Those who earn money from working and are able to find transportation run to the borders of the country to buy necessities.
God rescue the people of Zimbabwe!