the Day I Said to Hell With Mugabe & Tsvangirai
I will not patronize your intellect with a note that is peppered with flowery vocabulary and expressions of bravado; I only write to articulate a sentiment, a moment of enlightenment who’s aura has illuminated the darkest corners of a troubled Zimbabwean’s mind.
I am not here to debate Mugabe or Tsvangirai policies because neither of them have any detailed, substantive and constructive way forward; I am not here to spar over their abilities as leaders because I find both of to be grossly inept and void of any capacity to compitently resurrect a crumbling nation; I’m not here to indulge in partisan politics because frankly both parties are fundamentally flawed in structure, personale and vision. My epiphany is inspired by a nations history; a history that lets us know that we’ve seen a government of national unity before, ZANU & ZAPU, an alliance that created the Beast we now cower to; an alliance in which the incorruptable became the corrupt, the just become the unjust and those who were bestowed with the responsibility of maintaining law & order became the lawless & disorderly.
I am here to simply state an observation that in some capacity maybe be seen as a gross generalization; the simple fact that us , the Zimbabwean diaspora are a nation of passive beings who are too easily hoodwinked by our tendencies to place our faith in a man; we place our hopes in a name - Mugabe, Tsvangirai, Makoni - instead of embracing our own nation’s destiny and fighting our own fight; we look to the East, turn to the West, cry to the North and run to the South but in doing so we forget to look within ourselves for the change that we seek. The Day I said to hell with Mugabe & Tsvangirai is the day I understood that although we are oceans away & mountains apart, our abilities to make a difference were never hampered; we are a generation that harnessed the power of Myspace & Facebook, a generation that picked up video cameras and posted clips on Youtube; what is our excuse when our parents generation organized a revolution long before the world wide web and the cellphone; they did it in trenches and candlelit villages, they did it as they were tortured and as they danced in the middle of pouring rain while listening to Bob Marley; They inspired a Revolution, not the one of war but the one that reignited the flames of virtue within each of us, a Revolution that united a people not behind an individual but behind a common cause and non-negotiable values.