Mnangagwa, my insanity, Gukurahundi and celebrating his dishonarable demise

If someone treats you disproportionately unlawful and you can't report to any Government on planet Earth, it means the word "Civilisation" is absent in your country. I openly raise my right hand today on the seventh of September to declare two things. The first is that I celebrate the demise of my War Hero, Honourable Emerson Mnangagwa. The second is that I openly acknowledge that I am partially insane.

I was not born to hate people, but to love, trust, support and cherish them. In reciprocation, I expect fellow human beings to do that to me as well. Again, I was not born to celebrate the demise of others, instead, I was brought up to emulate good example and pass that to the next generation.

I cherish history and philosophy and I believe that history saves to help future generations never to repeat the mistakes of their predecessors.

Yesterday I wrote an article titled "Mnangagwa, the cost of betraying Joshua Nkomo's truth", and I got a lot of comments on my e-mail, mostly complaining about content imbalance. As a human being I owe the word "sorry" to those who drew offense. As a demented academic, I want to explain the origins of my insanity and also give reasons why I have a right to cough out my celebration of Emerson Mnangagwa's fall.

I am a 48 year old Karanga who was a rare eight year old Zanla tool in Shurugwi during the Liberation struggle. Even Mnangagwa himself would respect me if Comrade Shelton Chidoro and his Zanla crew was to describe me.

My duties as an eight year old Zanla was to transmit messages between guerrillas who found themselves divided by Smith troops. Comrades Shelton Chidoro would send me with messages to pass through Ian Smith troops and deliver tactical messages to comrades Sugar, Charles, Member and many more. In today's terms, I was a WhatsApp of the Zanla guerrillas during the war. Ian Smith solders saw me as an innocent face while I passed through them to deliver vital war strategy.

There is more I can say about myself during the war, but, I was not alone. Many of my friends of my age did the same and many died on duty. Such was the war.

Having executed my duties very honestly to aid Zanu between 1977 and 79, I moved to Zhombe in 1980 from Shurugwi.

At Independence in Zhombe, expected to enjoy the benefits of a hard liberation struggle which had corroded my childhood. But, instead, Gukurahundi was unleashed by Mugabe and Mnangagwa on me.

In 1983, Richard Orchard Gwesela came to my homestead hungry and armed. He demanded quick food and magewu drink was available. I was given mahewu by elders to give Gwesela who was sitting under a tree.

I was not a member of Zapu. I was a former Zanla youth and if Gwesela was fighting a tribal war, he would have killed me first because I was not only Shona, but also an experienced Zanla youth. Gwesela, being a Russian trained Zipra guerrilla, knew his trade very well. He did not go to a Ndebele homestead to seek food knowing that tribal Zanu would obliterate that family. He ate from Shona homesteads in Zhombe and my Dzimiri homestead fitted his understanding of the war.

In the following week, Gukurahundi surrounded my homestead expecting to shoot Gwesela whom they believed also slept at my homestead. I was only thirteen years old, but, I was the guilty hand that had fed an armed ex-Zipra combatant. Gukurahundi tortured my family the whole night from about 01:00 to 11:00.

We were made to climb trees on reverse, beat each other, perform what was called sikiriri with swollen heads. Finally at 10:00 on that morning, Gukurahundi used a log to hit me on the head for refusing to accept that I had fed Gwesela.

 I lost consciousness.

When I gained consciousness, I could not speak a single word. Since I was the main culprit who had been seen by a neighbour feeding Gwesela and I could not talk, Gukurahundi left.

I learn to speak anew like a baby. From that day onwards, my performance at school deteriorated. I suffered concussions and a brain injury.

The human brain is a delicate organ with a complex neuronic networks which will never be fully understood by anyone even in the future. This is the reason why developed countries can jail someone for ten years for beating someone, especially on the head.

One head, in any country, is worth more that the entire GDP of planet Earth. If Albert Einstein and Nikola Tesla were Zimbabweans living under Mugabe and Mnangagwa, we would still be living in the jungle.

Mnangagwa and Mugabe are educated for nothing and we allowed them to destroy our country through their violence against our people. Even today, Zanu beats our Albert Einsteins, or Nikola Teslas, our Barack Obamas, our Nelson Mandelas, our Clive Masiiwas, our Dumiso Dabengwas, our Joshua Nkomos, our Church Pastors, our mothers, our fathers, our brothers, our sisters, our Bill Gates, our Beyonces and every economic driver you can imagine.

Mnangagwa started well, fighting for Zimbabweans under Zapu in 1963. I cant repeat what I have already said that he left Zapu on a tribal card to join Zanu which was already hanging Karangas in Mozambique and elevating thieves.

Karangas like Thomas Nhari who were hanged by Zezurus in Mozambique in 1976, left Zimbabwe with a spirit like mine. A spirit to fight and lift the standard of Zimbabweans through FAIR LEADERSHIP which does not subscribe to race or tribe as Smith and Mugabe have respectively exhibited. Thomas Nhari died for opposing that Zanu leaders were living large during the war while the Shelton Chidoros and Richard Gweselas were fighting Smith in Rhodesia.

Mnangagwa, although he was Karanga himself, did not see anything wrong with Karangas being slain and undervalued in Mozambique. This quality is the same which made Mnangagwa unleash Gukurahundi on me and my family for feeding a disgruntled armed militant.

After a three weeks of being tortured by Gukurahundi, that partisan army came to my homestead again. We were beaten until my family decided to leave Zhombe and move to Nkayi. We literally sought asylum in Nkayi loosing a home because of Mnangagwa.

Anyone who was not with me when Gukurahundi was reducing my capabilities of leading a normal life, is entitled to blame me for celebrating Mnangagwas humiliating demise. When I questioned God why he let evil people like Mugabe and Mnangagwa to flourish, God's bible says "Vergency is for me". I trust that God will use similar tools to humiliate Mugabe extremely before he leaves office.

When God promised that he would revenge the cruelty of Mnangagwa, and God has delivered, why should I be restrained from celebrating Mnangagwa's undressing by Grace Mugabe? Grace Mugabe is my age, she was a Chimbido somewhere in Rhodesia while I was a Mjiba. When Chimbwido undresses a Senior, untouchable Hero whom Smith failed to touch, why would I be so stubbornly blind to see the hand of God?

All dishonest Liberation fighters who failed to deliver the kind of Zimbabwe we were promised but instead brought Gukurahundi and suffering, deserve a God knitted dishonourable exit.

Their dishonourable exit one by one, will serve to warn anyone who will run our country in the future to respect our people. We are the economic drivers who constitute Zimbabwe.

Long live Zimbabwe!!!