Wananchi ,today they shall gather in their numbers from all over ,hunched over like flies over prey.Worshipping the god of power. It will be a spectacle.The great Festival of Looters.They shall ululate ,dance ,cohort ,cavort . Their shall eat ,drink inebriate and blow all kinds of airs from their inebriated souls. For a moment ,they will believe the great lie of our times.For a moment their will suppress the great obscenity of this generation. It shall be time to crown ,in the land of hunger ,but in a moment of plenty ,a new King to rule over our lands once more .The King of Kings at the humble age of 89 takes office afresh. I tell you hyenas will eat grass this summer.A child with four heads shall born .The Zambezi will flow in reverse to the Chobe. Those with shame will ,partake shamelessly.The Squilers of the day shall recook the lie of an over cooked myth.The people shall clap.They always clap. Some where in that stadium,a nation s conscience will be buried ,ten feet under. The guilty of a people able steal in broad daylight .Celebrate the theft and repaint the truth a terrible green and yellow. What next of this cursed generation.That naked people whose placenta remained uncut and is still nailed to the care takers of perfidy. Wananchi ,the truth never runs away. The genius of truth is that the more you think you are suppressing it the more it sticks ,ears protruding vigorously. When it does implode you have absolutely no where to hide. So at the Festival of Looters they shall not look each other in the eye. Those from the region and their own kings will know this was a contest carried out without the dignity of reforms. They will know they sacrificed the Wananchi out of exhaustion. They sold out of the desire to deal with their own contests back at their homes. They sacrificed Wananchi out of cowardice ,out of appeasement. But the truth they knew.Not even in their heart of hearts.They knew. They lead Wananchi along only to kick same in the teeth like a golf ball. In so doing they blew a death knell to the lie of African diplomacy.They restated what we have always known,these gatherings are mere little clubs of tin pot collaborators and hijackers. To the majority they will know they are only there curtesy of a vandalized voter registration exercise. They are there because of a voter s roll that was reconfigured like a later day Frankenstein that it will never be produced in its soft copy. Its stench will petrify even the most rotten among them. They are there because suddenly half of Zimbabwe was told they were illiterate and some were recently disabled. They are there because forces of fear brewed their fear and recaptured the souls of the vulnerable. They are there because the fear planted by the violence of 2008 was suddenly harvested five years later. They are their because of a creature called the Special Vote and its miraculous powers of self reproduction. They are their because of a little white innocuous piece of paper called the interim voter registration slips. They are they because of massive voter displacements and turn aways. They are there because of the conspiracy ,and shenanigans of an entire state beuracracy and accomplice institutions that flagrantly pawned the remaining atoms of its conscience and integrity . They are their because of an impotent and sterile part of law called international law. So they will drink ,and cavort and cavort,knowing fully well that there will never be another day like this. Knowing fully well that this theft of this grandeur will not be reproduced again. Knowing fully well that Wananchi are not going anywhere. Knowing fully well that tomorrow is another country . Knowing fully well ,that sooner rather than ,later there will be a return to legitimacy . Sooner rather than later ,the Wananchi will have the last laugh. For what goes around always comes around . Zikomo
Posted on: Wed, 21 Aug 2013 22:06:02 +0000
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