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The ugly face of violence: When the leopard eats its own

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Having read what Doctor Alex Magaisa (he is a bona fide academic this one, I must add… ) wrote on his Facebook wall about the two types of political violence found in this country, I find myself wondering what is happening to all those who have been linked to political violence around the country. I was a part of the cast of the play, Rituals, that toured the country in 2010 and came face to face with a fraction of the deep impact that political violence had on the nation. In many places, the leaders of the perpetrators of violence lived among the communities and were well known to everyone and they roamed freely. I came across names whose mention brings shivers up and down my spine when I recall the atrocious deeds to which they are linked. At times, I find it hard to close my eyes because images of people near tears, retelling us their stories flash before my eyes. Often times, I hear the emotions choked up in voices of survivors of this violence. Whenever I see an abandoned homestead as I travel around this nation, half the time I think that this was probably the home of a family that was forced to leave because they were deemed traitors and thus had to flee for their lives. These are not easy moments because I am but just someone in whom they confided their painful stories because of the play that I found myself being a cast member.

It is such an overwhelming project that was supported by many but was also persecuted by others. I recall that we slept in cells twice and became history makers simply because someone deemed the play ploitical and viewed it as having taken a swipe at certain people and political parties despite not one mention of any political party thru the entire play. But, in Shona there is a saying that goes “Anyumwa bere nderake” (which loosely translated means He that is guilty is quick to assume that he is being accused of a crime..something like that)

Anyway, I am now wondering about all those characters who led violence against their neighbours…who raped and impregnated young women in the name of politics…those who petrol bombed homes of their neighbours…who led young men and women in bases of torture…What is going to happen to them? Will they also face the same fate as Jim Kunaka? Whilst Jim was reportedly abducted, he was once feared so won’t this unleash a wave of violence against those who were once feared as instigators of political violence because “Jim has been made an example”? I am seriously worried…what has become of our nation?

We need peace and not this demonstrations and vile talk that is going on because at the end of the day, no one is actually going to harm any of these big chefs but their perceived supporters…it is only you and I who will come off worse if we allow this to continue. It has got to come to a stop and I do not see any of our leaders doing ANYTHING to bring an end to this. If they would do anything, the violence of 2008 would have seen people brought to book for it…but another election later and beyond it, it takes “factionalism” to begin to bring “punishment”??? Really!! Zimbabweans, we need to realise that in all this, our leadership is so caught up in staying in power that they are willing to sacrifice us in their fights! None of them will sacrifice themselves That is the plain truth.If it wasn’t, the very government of today would be some respectable someones working away at farms somewhere and not still walking the corridors of power and turning everything that is state into party and personal entities.

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The dreams born of pain, despair, humiliation and the resilience of being a Zimbabwean in 2014

Cry my beloved country!! Today I weep for the former bread basket of Africa! Is this what we’ve been reduced to? People at the mercy of other governments? Pleading for finger drops of kindness which we have to pay for or else suffer much (including humiliation?) just to receive?

We no longer need leaders but people who will get down on hands and knees, crouch into the mud and dirt, shove their hands into grime and grease, soak their clothes in sweat, crease their brows as they work their asses of- not to get a title, a farm, special recognition, or even a thank you. But to see the tar cover the roads once more, to see water drip out from taps, to see houses, streets and industries lit up again. To have milk delivered to doorsteps, to have children ride on public buses and trains. To have them taught in class and not having to resort to extra lessons. To make sure every civil servant and employee understands and appreciates what hard work is, so that they provide services to people wanting them.

I’m dreaming and working on having Zimbabwe have people with servant hearts who make promises and fulfil them. People in leadership positions who work hard to have every Zimbabwean united with the next, calling and celebrating the diversity of political support and ideologies. I’m dreaming of a Zimbabwe in which I am a leader whose main concern is to see the next Zimbabwe have what I have before I take extras for me, mine and me! To be a leader who realises that being a leader means I go last, I smile and sleep only after those who follow me are content and smiling. I dream of being the kind of person whose position will never shut my eyes to the cries and murmurs of everyone and anyone. A leader who’ll know how everyone is making their dollar and spending it. To know where they sleep, what they eat and drink. What schools their children go to. A leader whose children are no better than anyone`s.

I could go on about the kind of Zimbabwe I have committed myself to work towards but this isn’t the place and time. I’m hurting inside and realising just how privileged in my needs I am. Sitting in a bus for 8hours, navigating treacherous roads, committing my life into the hands of a driver who believes that the best way to get to our destination includes turning a deaf ear to the concerns of the passengers he’s driving, travelling across the country to another in search of wares to resell as well as take the time to see a few friends who now reside across the borders- all this is a luxury to me because I don’t HAVE TO do it.

I’m humbled by the efforts Zimbabweans make to have a half decent life. No government worthy of that name should have citizens who struggle the way I’ve witnessed the last few hours. Our government has failed us terribly and has been doing so for years now. I have the option to leave this country (and believe you me, I’m taking that option seriously lately) but what of those who don’t have that option? When I come back,  what will their lives have become? It breaks my heart that my countrymen and women are denied the decency of services that are their due, services ppl are PAID to provide yet are being paid for NOT PROVIDING.

What really is every minister in our current government thinkin of this shell called Zimbabwe? Most of them KNOW that there are way better people who could run their offices but they knowingly put party and self above the nation! This is a crying shame, and I’m being kind. Let me stop here for now before I start singling out people.