Harare Diary by Fire Pussy is thinking that living in Zimbabwe is like living in a constant state of “maybe” where failure has become a way of life. “When you wake up you don’t know whether you’ll have running water, electricity, or fuel. Whether, on your way to the office, the traffic lights will work. These days a blank traffic light equals green. Go figure. Or whether the bank or building society will be on or offline or whether the ATM will have any cash. At dinner the other night some friends were talking about how we’ve normalised all of these service provision failures. Like we’ve been in a fuel “crisis” for 5 years.”