Dear Robert Mugabe
Identification with right!
“Enough is enough, what is enough?”
I am on the pyre of my thoughts, burning down, deep inside me, walking on broken boulevards of deterred dreams, trying to find voice to my soul that burns in this fire. For some time I have avoided using my pen to deal with this burning, now I have no choice. I have decided to use this paper and pen to write you this letter, Robert Mugabe- to live in defiance again. I would like to ask everyone else who reads this letter, every Zimbabwean, everyone who loves Zimbabwe, every friend of a Zimbabwean to join me in this journey. I know this is too small a ripple in a sea of deliberations, but I offer this as one teaspoon at a time, draining off the ocean. Let’s write letters to Robert Mugabe, to the army, to the Zimbabweans, to the world, and let’s post them on social network sites, news media sites, let’s exchange these letters with our friends, or families, our colleagues, the world over. Let’s use this literary form to protest against Robert Mugabe, our jailer. Let’s be confident that the religion of resistance will always triumph over the technology of repression. Send me your letters too; I will post them on this blog. Post your letters into the wind, and let the wind carry forward your messages to the world over, to the creator. Don’t worry about which language to use, whether you feel you are not a good writer, whether you feel no one will ever read your letter. Just know that even a rock dreams that it was a mountain, that’s why we have stone heads on top of mountains. Instead of reaching outward to change the world and scare off, look inward to experience it, to change yourself, to create authentic power. Just write down what’s in your heart; just write it to yourself, just read it to yourself. When we create authentic power again and again, we become authentically connected and powerful. It is an opportunity for each of us to process the anger and pain we have against Robert Mugabe. The streets are ready for us. Let’s use this process to heal and find peace with ourselves again. It is a chance to love ourselves again, and find faith in this country we call home, which Robert has made his playground. Trust the grate’s fire to again allow songs in Zimbabwean homes! Let’s speak out!
Human beings are meaning-oriented beings. We tell stories that explain what is really happening in our lives. We are sick and tired of you, Robert Mugabe. It’s not that we didn’t love you. It’s just you couldn’t love us back the way we did you. It’s not that we will never love you again, it’s just that we stopped now. Yes, years ago we loved you, looked up to you and supported you. We thought you were brave, wise, and beautiful, we believed in the ideas you flipped off like gospel, but there is now nothing to love about you. You have gotten long in the tooth. You have taken our love and shitted on it, on us, day after day, for over 37 years. You urinate on us and call that trickle-down effect. All that we have known in our body politic was you as our leader. We were born when you were already our leader, we grew up with you, we became adults, started families, went to college, started careers, only to realize that you had destroyed everything that we fought for, everything that we thought was our country, our future. We have become old men and women with you as our leader, fighting you! Your greedy hands, and the equally greed hands of time moving mercilessly onwards. Leaving us with nothing but sorrow, disappointment, anger, remorse, guilty… So what’s good left in us to love you with?
We fought you for years and years and you still continue subjecting us under your vicious rule. Haven’t we paid enough for allowing you to liberate us? Haven’t you taken everything that we thought we also fought for? Haven’t you made us villains in our own country, refugees in our homes, and paupers in our land? Haven’t you driven us out of the country? You say you fought for us, so did you fight this war to punish us later? Did you fight this war for yourself and your family? We have worked, slaved all our lives and continue to slave under your punitive yoke so that we would earn a living and fund you with our taxes which you use to feed your family; money you steal, money you misuse, money you bastardise, money you use to bleed more from us, becoming an expert in minding your own business. Robert, we have carried you on our backs like lice, whilst you drink our blood dry the way the sun’s light bakes dry the earth. Now you have drained our arteries and veins. Robert, we plead with you to leave our political landscape. Just leave us alone. Let us go, please. We will be fine without you. We don’t need you. Robert, an active partner look for the empty lands inside and between him or her with their partners to fill it up, thus without filling it he becomes a worse, more isolating kind of partner!
Robert, you have destroyed and killed everyone against you from the moment you came into our world. You pushed out Ndabaningi Sithole from ZANU-PF helm, and over years you told us Ndabaningi was a sellout and tribalist. Robert, you killed Hebert Chitepo, Josiah Tongogara, Leopold Takawire. I know you say it was the Rhodesians who did that but this is what we have learned to know you do so well. Everyone is wrong, everyone is a tribalist, everyone else shouldn’t be the president except you and your family, everyone is guilty except you, not even until they are proven guilty! Isn’t that your ideology? We know you pushed out, Nkomo; you killed over 20 000 civilians in Matabeleland, and swallowed Nkomo back, killing him bit by bit for over 12 years. How sad he must have felt all those years working with you his conqueror, and when eventually the creator took him back, how happy he must have been to finally rest far away from your dark painful shadow. You called him a dissident when you fired him. You told us it’s him who was wrong; who was plotting to start a war against you and had arms cache hidden at a farm. You told us it’s the Ndebele people who were wrong. You killed them in thousands, in broad daylight.
You pushed Edgar Tekere out of ZANU-PF. You were so shameless to push out the one who brought you into the party, the one who gave up his position to accommodate you, and over the years you insulted him and frustrated him until he died a broken man. You told us you were the one who was right, that Tekere was a tribalist. You destroyed Morgan Tsvangirai, insulted him, beat him up, call him names like Chematama, jailed him, and attempted to kill him several times. You killed, maimed and pushed millions of Zimbabweans out of the country who supported Tsvangirai, calling them traitors. You killed Tsvangirai’s wife, and thus, you killed him. Ever since, he has been a pale shadow of the Tsvangirai we loved and fought for, the last two decades. You killed, maimed and pushed out the white people, taking everything they built for centuries, destroying industry and agriculture. You called them names. You told us they were not Zimbabweans. You extruded them out of the country. Are you Zimbabwean yourself? Is your father Zimbabwean? Why didn’t you leave too? Everyone knows your father was born in Malawi, so which Zimbabwe were you talking of? Does being Zimbabwean only equate to blackness! You haunted Joyce Mujuru out of ZANU-PF after you had succeeded in killing her husband, Solomon. You burned Solomon to ashes. You told the whole nation Mujuru was plotting to kill you, to remove you from power, was visiting N’angas, and we still wonder how you got to know that if you were not doing the same thing. You made us be laughing stock. The world laughed at us, that we still visit N’angas, that our leaders still take advice from N’angas on how to run a country. You succeeded in haunting her out.
You have killed, laughed and ridiculed everyone who stood up against you like Simba Makoni, Ndumiso Ndabengwa, Lovemore Madhuku, Tendai Biti, Learnmore Jongwe, Welshman Ncube, Nkosana Moyo, Herbert Murerwa, Ray Kaukonde, Dikamai Mavhaire, Shuvai Mahofa, Didymus Mutasa, Andy Flower and The Zimbabwe Cricket Team, The War Veterans, MDC, Trevor Ncube, Jeff Nyarota and several Newspapers personalities, ZBC, Jestina Mukoko… the list is endless. You called all these counter revolutionary forces, you told us they were tribalistic, were plotting against you. You made yourself a victim every of these moment. You called us to support you against these. Are you the country, Robert? If the whole country seems to be plotting against you, there is something wrong with what you are doing. Why don’t you just leave the country so that people won’t plot against you? You have made Zimbabwe your little garden. It’s up to you which tomatoes and cabbages need harvesting for food. You have made Zimbabwe to be the poorest country in the whole world. You have made Zimbabwe a laughing stock to the world. Is this the Zimbabwe you fought for? Is this the Zimbabwe you inherited from your fellow Ian Smith? Is this the liberation you made us help you with? Is this the reason why thousands of our brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers died for? Is this the country your child died for, so that you will make us your prisoners? Don’t you feel ashamed with what you have done to us? Do you have a heart, Robert? Are you human, Robert? What makes you wake up everyday? How do you confront the wounds you have caused on your fellow countrymen and the country you so loved? Why do you want to continue hurting us? What have we done to you to deserve this anger you have on us? Are you not tired of hearing every child crying your name, every man and woman mourning by your name, every old man and woman mourning under your thumb? How do you lie to yourself everyday that the people still love you? Anger, jealousy, vindictiveness, inferiority and superiority complexes are acts of powerlessness, and are painful, Robert. You feel unworthy of us, Robert. You know you are flawed and cannot be fixed. You want to be loved but feel unlovable. You want to love us but feel that you incapable of loving. No matter what you do, you still feel it’s not enough and that you are incurably inadequate, intrinsically and permanently flawed. You are afraid of us people. You are afraid we now see who you really are. You think without keeping trying to win us over to you, we will not want anything from you. This feeling of powerless in power is the most painful lesson on Earth school, Robert. A bland heart is patternless, Robert. It doesn’t smell right once you get a whiff of it. In what hell did you come from? Go back, Robert. Go back to where you came from!
And lately you have pushed out Emerson Mnangagwa. The explanations started flowing in your rallies, explanations that failed to explain, conclusions that failed to conclude. You made yourself into a Moses, the aura of psychic breath, in hot language; you told us he is a traitor, he is visiting N’angas to kill you off. That he was working against the country, that he wasn’t respecting you. Robert, what’s there to respect about you? Why do you want to be respected too much? Why are you forcing us to respect you? Why are you changing roads, airport, and calendar days to your name? Respect is earned, Robert! What respect have you earned from us when we are dying on queues, queuing for our hard-earned cash, dying in streets trying to sell wares, fruits and vegetables for livelihood, dying in our homes of hunger, diseases, poverty; dying in foreign lands far away from home trying to eke out an existence, dying from stress, cardio-vascular diseases and depression, dying from lack of a horizon to migrate to, dying inside ourselves from lack of opportunities to grow, dying trying to remove you from power, dying trying to pay taxes so that your family would have more to loot from us, dying in shame that we destroyed the jewel of Africa with you, that Zimbabwe was! Like me, many things in Zimbabwe have tired from flowing. Are you not satisfied with the blood you have drunk from us. Uri chikwambo here, Robert? (Are you a Tokoloshi, Robert?). Why do you want to keep draining us, until when? We beg you, Robert, go! Leave us alone! We are tired of you, go! GO! GO! There is no ceiling above you anymore, but open skies full of changes, welcome it, embrace it, leave, GO!
I will continue to write these letters, just to move the air around, until you leave us. I will encourage every Zimbabwean, every friend of a Zimbabwean to join me in this journey. Let’s write letters and share them, until he leave us alone. Write these letters as a form of protest; share these letters with our families, friends, colleagues, and the world over. Post these letters on every platform you can. If you are afraid, use a pseudonym or that sort of thing. Let’s now begin the healing process. It’s now or never!
I am the one you killed quietly, now speaking
NB
Please feel free to distribute this letter, repost it, read it, spread it all over the world. Ask the world to join us in our fight. Send me your letters to mwanaka@yahoo.com We will fight together, I will post them for you!
Chara chimwe hachitswanye inda (one finger doesn’t kill the lice)
Thank you, Ndinotenda, Ngiyabonga
Identification with right!
“Enough is enough, what is enough?”
I am on the pyre of my thoughts, burning down, deep inside me, walking on broken boulevards of deterred dreams, trying to find voice to my soul that burns in this fire. For some time I have avoided using my pen to deal with this burning, now I have no choice. I have decided to use this paper and pen to write you this letter, Robert Mugabe- to live in defiance again. I would like to ask everyone else who reads this letter, every Zimbabwean, everyone who loves Zimbabwe, every friend of a Zimbabwean to join me in this journey. I know this is too small a ripple in a sea of deliberations, but I offer this as one teaspoon at a time, draining off the ocean. Let’s write letters to Robert Mugabe, to the army, to the Zimbabweans, to the world, and let’s post them on social network sites, news media sites, let’s exchange these letters with our friends, or families, our colleagues, the world over. Let’s use this literary form to protest against Robert Mugabe, our jailer. Let’s be confident that the religion of resistance will always triumph over the technology of repression. Send me your letters too; I will post them on this blog. Post your letters into the wind, and let the wind carry forward your messages to the world over, to the creator. Don’t worry about which language to use, whether you feel you are not a good writer, whether you feel no one will ever read your letter. Just know that even a rock dreams that it was a mountain, that’s why we have stone heads on top of mountains. Instead of reaching outward to change the world and scare off, look inward to experience it, to change yourself, to create authentic power. Just write down what’s in your heart; just write it to yourself, just read it to yourself. When we create authentic power again and again, we become authentically connected and powerful. It is an opportunity for each of us to process the anger and pain we have against Robert Mugabe. The streets are ready for us. Let’s use this process to heal and find peace with ourselves again. It is a chance to love ourselves again, and find faith in this country we call home, which Robert has made his playground. Trust the grate’s fire to again allow songs in Zimbabwean homes! Let’s speak out!
Human beings are meaning-oriented beings. We tell stories that explain what is really happening in our lives. We are sick and tired of you, Robert Mugabe. It’s not that we didn’t love you. It’s just you couldn’t love us back the way we did you. It’s not that we will never love you again, it’s just that we stopped now. Yes, years ago we loved you, looked up to you and supported you. We thought you were brave, wise, and beautiful, we believed in the ideas you flipped off like gospel, but there is now nothing to love about you. You have gotten long in the tooth. You have taken our love and shitted on it, on us, day after day, for over 37 years. You urinate on us and call that trickle-down effect. All that we have known in our body politic was you as our leader. We were born when you were already our leader, we grew up with you, we became adults, started families, went to college, started careers, only to realize that you had destroyed everything that we fought for, everything that we thought was our country, our future. We have become old men and women with you as our leader, fighting you! Your greedy hands, and the equally greed hands of time moving mercilessly onwards. Leaving us with nothing but sorrow, disappointment, anger, remorse, guilty… So what’s good left in us to love you with?
We fought you for years and years and you still continue subjecting us under your vicious rule. Haven’t we paid enough for allowing you to liberate us? Haven’t you taken everything that we thought we also fought for? Haven’t you made us villains in our own country, refugees in our homes, and paupers in our land? Haven’t you driven us out of the country? You say you fought for us, so did you fight this war to punish us later? Did you fight this war for yourself and your family? We have worked, slaved all our lives and continue to slave under your punitive yoke so that we would earn a living and fund you with our taxes which you use to feed your family; money you steal, money you misuse, money you bastardise, money you use to bleed more from us, becoming an expert in minding your own business. Robert, we have carried you on our backs like lice, whilst you drink our blood dry the way the sun’s light bakes dry the earth. Now you have drained our arteries and veins. Robert, we plead with you to leave our political landscape. Just leave us alone. Let us go, please. We will be fine without you. We don’t need you. Robert, an active partner look for the empty lands inside and between him or her with their partners to fill it up, thus without filling it he becomes a worse, more isolating kind of partner!
Robert, you have destroyed and killed everyone against you from the moment you came into our world. You pushed out Ndabaningi Sithole from ZANU-PF helm, and over years you told us Ndabaningi was a sellout and tribalist. Robert, you killed Hebert Chitepo, Josiah Tongogara, Leopold Takawire. I know you say it was the Rhodesians who did that but this is what we have learned to know you do so well. Everyone is wrong, everyone is a tribalist, everyone else shouldn’t be the president except you and your family, everyone is guilty except you, not even until they are proven guilty! Isn’t that your ideology? We know you pushed out, Nkomo; you killed over 20 000 civilians in Matabeleland, and swallowed Nkomo back, killing him bit by bit for over 12 years. How sad he must have felt all those years working with you his conqueror, and when eventually the creator took him back, how happy he must have been to finally rest far away from your dark painful shadow. You called him a dissident when you fired him. You told us it’s him who was wrong; who was plotting to start a war against you and had arms cache hidden at a farm. You told us it’s the Ndebele people who were wrong. You killed them in thousands, in broad daylight.
You pushed Edgar Tekere out of ZANU-PF. You were so shameless to push out the one who brought you into the party, the one who gave up his position to accommodate you, and over the years you insulted him and frustrated him until he died a broken man. You told us you were the one who was right, that Tekere was a tribalist. You destroyed Morgan Tsvangirai, insulted him, beat him up, call him names like Chematama, jailed him, and attempted to kill him several times. You killed, maimed and pushed millions of Zimbabweans out of the country who supported Tsvangirai, calling them traitors. You killed Tsvangirai’s wife, and thus, you killed him. Ever since, he has been a pale shadow of the Tsvangirai we loved and fought for, the last two decades. You killed, maimed and pushed out the white people, taking everything they built for centuries, destroying industry and agriculture. You called them names. You told us they were not Zimbabweans. You extruded them out of the country. Are you Zimbabwean yourself? Is your father Zimbabwean? Why didn’t you leave too? Everyone knows your father was born in Malawi, so which Zimbabwe were you talking of? Does being Zimbabwean only equate to blackness! You haunted Joyce Mujuru out of ZANU-PF after you had succeeded in killing her husband, Solomon. You burned Solomon to ashes. You told the whole nation Mujuru was plotting to kill you, to remove you from power, was visiting N’angas, and we still wonder how you got to know that if you were not doing the same thing. You made us be laughing stock. The world laughed at us, that we still visit N’angas, that our leaders still take advice from N’angas on how to run a country. You succeeded in haunting her out.
You have killed, laughed and ridiculed everyone who stood up against you like Simba Makoni, Ndumiso Ndabengwa, Lovemore Madhuku, Tendai Biti, Learnmore Jongwe, Welshman Ncube, Nkosana Moyo, Herbert Murerwa, Ray Kaukonde, Dikamai Mavhaire, Shuvai Mahofa, Didymus Mutasa, Andy Flower and The Zimbabwe Cricket Team, The War Veterans, MDC, Trevor Ncube, Jeff Nyarota and several Newspapers personalities, ZBC, Jestina Mukoko… the list is endless. You called all these counter revolutionary forces, you told us they were tribalistic, were plotting against you. You made yourself a victim every of these moment. You called us to support you against these. Are you the country, Robert? If the whole country seems to be plotting against you, there is something wrong with what you are doing. Why don’t you just leave the country so that people won’t plot against you? You have made Zimbabwe your little garden. It’s up to you which tomatoes and cabbages need harvesting for food. You have made Zimbabwe to be the poorest country in the whole world. You have made Zimbabwe a laughing stock to the world. Is this the Zimbabwe you fought for? Is this the Zimbabwe you inherited from your fellow Ian Smith? Is this the liberation you made us help you with? Is this the reason why thousands of our brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers died for? Is this the country your child died for, so that you will make us your prisoners? Don’t you feel ashamed with what you have done to us? Do you have a heart, Robert? Are you human, Robert? What makes you wake up everyday? How do you confront the wounds you have caused on your fellow countrymen and the country you so loved? Why do you want to continue hurting us? What have we done to you to deserve this anger you have on us? Are you not tired of hearing every child crying your name, every man and woman mourning by your name, every old man and woman mourning under your thumb? How do you lie to yourself everyday that the people still love you? Anger, jealousy, vindictiveness, inferiority and superiority complexes are acts of powerlessness, and are painful, Robert. You feel unworthy of us, Robert. You know you are flawed and cannot be fixed. You want to be loved but feel unlovable. You want to love us but feel that you incapable of loving. No matter what you do, you still feel it’s not enough and that you are incurably inadequate, intrinsically and permanently flawed. You are afraid of us people. You are afraid we now see who you really are. You think without keeping trying to win us over to you, we will not want anything from you. This feeling of powerless in power is the most painful lesson on Earth school, Robert. A bland heart is patternless, Robert. It doesn’t smell right once you get a whiff of it. In what hell did you come from? Go back, Robert. Go back to where you came from!
And lately you have pushed out Emerson Mnangagwa. The explanations started flowing in your rallies, explanations that failed to explain, conclusions that failed to conclude. You made yourself into a Moses, the aura of psychic breath, in hot language; you told us he is a traitor, he is visiting N’angas to kill you off. That he was working against the country, that he wasn’t respecting you. Robert, what’s there to respect about you? Why do you want to be respected too much? Why are you forcing us to respect you? Why are you changing roads, airport, and calendar days to your name? Respect is earned, Robert! What respect have you earned from us when we are dying on queues, queuing for our hard-earned cash, dying in streets trying to sell wares, fruits and vegetables for livelihood, dying in our homes of hunger, diseases, poverty; dying in foreign lands far away from home trying to eke out an existence, dying from stress, cardio-vascular diseases and depression, dying from lack of a horizon to migrate to, dying inside ourselves from lack of opportunities to grow, dying trying to remove you from power, dying trying to pay taxes so that your family would have more to loot from us, dying in shame that we destroyed the jewel of Africa with you, that Zimbabwe was! Like me, many things in Zimbabwe have tired from flowing. Are you not satisfied with the blood you have drunk from us. Uri chikwambo here, Robert? (Are you a Tokoloshi, Robert?). Why do you want to keep draining us, until when? We beg you, Robert, go! Leave us alone! We are tired of you, go! GO! GO! There is no ceiling above you anymore, but open skies full of changes, welcome it, embrace it, leave, GO!
I will continue to write these letters, just to move the air around, until you leave us. I will encourage every Zimbabwean, every friend of a Zimbabwean to join me in this journey. Let’s write letters and share them, until he leave us alone. Write these letters as a form of protest; share these letters with our families, friends, colleagues, and the world over. Post these letters on every platform you can. If you are afraid, use a pseudonym or that sort of thing. Let’s now begin the healing process. It’s now or never!
I am the one you killed quietly, now speaking
NB
Please feel free to distribute this letter, repost it, read it, spread it all over the world. Ask the world to join us in our fight. Send me your letters to mwanaka@yahoo.com We will fight together, I will post them for you!
Chara chimwe hachitswanye inda (one finger doesn’t kill the lice)
Thank you, Ndinotenda, Ngiyabonga
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