I'm in the middle of writing what I originally thought to be a murder mystery novel, which turned out to be a drama, and so I decided to do more research than I had intended. The book is entitled Being Tanaka and it follows the trials and tribulations of a homicide detective whose husband is murdered. To deal with the pain, Tanaka resorts to drugs.
I didn't have that much knowledge on drugs other than what I watched on T.V, so I decided to interview people from my neighborhood, lets just say I got more than I bargained for. The information I got as a result turned out to be too intense for Being Tanaka, so I decided to write something completely different, based on it.
People say life in Zimbabwe is tough, but unless you see people wallowing in the toughness, its just a story. Through my research I got exposed to people who are using drugs as a means to deal with the ever increasing toughness of Zimbabwe, but having those very drugs destroy their lives, their bodies and their general well being. Some of those people don't seem to be in touch of the reality that the very thing they are taking to face a harsh reality, is slowly killing them.
Or maybe they know and to them, having such toxins in their bodies is better than having to face the world sober. After all, for a very brief period before they finish you off, they give you the illusion of being on top of the world.
I didn't get a chance to meet the sellers, but the drug users themselves spoke sellers who are making cheap versions of 'Broncleer, "Bronco", as it is commonly known. The cheap version is more affordable, but people are dropping like flies because of it.
Its a dog eat dog situation.
After my interviews were done, I was left feeling so terribly. What has the world come to.
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