Mugabe does not know the decay he presides upon

Zimbabwean Police and the civil servants enjoy the rewards of corruption because the sentinel is too old to see what is happening.

The Sentinel, Mr Mugabe of course, is in his natural sleep due to old age and he thinks he knows Zimbabwe the way his corrupt advisers tell him. During his active day in the 80s, Mugabe punished corrupt law breakers and some of them even committed suicide for sins that will go very unnoticed today.

The extent of corruption in Zimbabwe is now far beyond natural repair. To be honest, I went back to my beloved country for summer holiday from UK to sort out my passport and my sons'. Corruption in my country has exceeded exclamation and I honestly believe that Mr. Robert Mugabe himself does not know to what extent. If he knew, he would either commit suicide or fire the whole civil service.

My first surprise ironically was at the Harare International Airport where I was received with smiles on the morning of June 19. Surprise indeed because in the last nine years I had been to Zimbabwe, the Zimbabwe Immigration instruments were like mad dogs. This time around there was complete change which made me believe Zimbabwe had become such a good country it was before Independence.

I took a Kombi from Harare Sports stadium to Bulawayo and just one Kilometer from the stadium there was a Police road-block. The Police officer who attended our Kombi was a girl of about 24 years of age. Her nose was wet with hate and anger against the generality of civilian Zimbabweans who pay her wages. These Civilians are supposed to be her Masters as she is a Civil servant. Before she could say a word, the Kombi conductor was already sorting out the bribe fee to defuse the anger and a potential of paying a higher fee. Once the money was secured, the corrupt civil servant smiled and wished us a safe journey.

We encountered 17 roadblocks and seventeen bribe fees ranging from $5 to $20 were paid. I know that Robert Mugabe does not know that and he will never believe it if he is told by me or anyone who is not one of his corrupt network. If he knew the truth on the ground, Mugabe would commit suicide. The picture of a Police-Force he thinks he has is totally the opposite in real life.

If Mugabe was in support of corruption, he surely would never bother trying to contest a fair election. My President does not know that the generality of Zimbabweans hate his corrupt civil servants and everyone is affected whether Zanu or MDC or Zapu.

The Police are on the lead in corruption in Zimbabwe and once I mention the Police, it simply becomes apparent that there is nowhere to go and report corruption of any kind in Mugabe's Zimbabwe.

No one can go and report a crime to Mugabe because the corrupt criminal network guarding Mugabe will never let any honest person near him. Honest people are promptly called British puppets or spies and Mugabe will cheer up when such people are kicked and imprisoned for trying to do good. The Sentinel is now old and vulnerable and the armed criminal network around him is using this time to loot the country's wealth to benefit a few.

I was there in Selukwe 1977 in Chief Nhema area when the Zanla forces were teaching us at Pungwe that the corrupt regime of Ian Smith would collapse through the mighty power of a Russian made Kalashnikov. I know that Mugabe won the hearts of Zimbabweans in 1980 by his promise to root out corruption and create fairness among Zimbabweans through honest and the rule of unbiased Law. I know that Mugabe will commit suicide if he finds out the truth about a diabolically corrupt country that he presides upon.

When the President travels by road to his KwaZvimba home, he is proud to see the police manning roadblocks at every 20 kilometers. All he does not know is that it is very easy for anyone in Zimbabwe to carry an illegal Kalashnikov through every roadblock since his Police are there to harvest the Barack Obama dollar than search for dangerous weapons.

Actually it is harder for an American dollar to go past a Police roadblock than an AK 47 riffle.

My first target to do once I was in Zimbabwe was to get a Zimbabwean Identity card which I had never had ever since and I am 43. I queued like everyone else Kwa-Msitheli in Bulawayo for an ID. The officers there speak to people like a primary school teacher addressing delinquent eight year old children. There is no respect at all and there is an open culture of barring people from getting I.D s for no reason other than to induce bribery. Forget any ethics of customer service.

I got my ID on the same day and I refused to pay a penny. I told the Supervisor that I would lodge an official complaint against him if he refused me an ID for no reason.

The following week I woke up at 02:30 AM to join a Passports queue at 04:00 Kwa-Msitheli. I was number 32 when I got there at 03:48 AM. Around 05:00 AM, an official in white shirt opened the gates and supervised the queue to move into the building. Once inside, he begun his lecture telling us how we would enter the offices. He then started checking our papers and as he got to mine, he did not issue me a number because my birth-certificate copy was not at the top of all my papers. Job experience informed him that I was from outside Zimbabwe as I was less sun burnt than the rest of us on the queue. He then told me to go to the back of the queue at number three hundred and something from number 32. I protested and took my SIII Sumsung phone to take videos of him at corrupt work.

The man hissed that photography was not allowed at Government buildings. I told him I wanted to send a video to President Mugabe to show him why the people of Zimbabwe do not like him for running a corrupt public service. The man called the Zimbabwe Republic Police from notorious Drill Hall to come and arrest me. I was taken to Drill Hall where I told the Police that I had fought the liberation struggle as a highly valued 8 year old Mujibha in Shurugwi (1976-80). I told them straight away that the reason why I left Zimbabwe was failure by Mugabe Government to see the illegal, corrupt, criminal and genocidical culture by Zimbabwean public Service who include the Police.

The response of every corrupt criminal once trapped in Zimbabwe these days is to call the corrupt Zimbabwe Republic Police. The first charge of anyone trying to expose corruption is to call them MDC British spies. I am not an MDC member, instead I am Zapu and I do not seek to merchandise my country for international laughter, but to protect it from armed vandals.

It is worth knowing that I am a Gukurahundi survivor who left Zimbabwe in 1989 for South Africa. I was born Zanu in Shurugwi and joined Zapu in 1983 after noticing that Zanu was murderous cult from the Gukurahundi expirience.

From the Notorious Drill Hall I was transferred to Bulawayo Central Police Station where I was taken straight to the Police Superintendent at his second floor office. I narrated my whole story and a bit of my history so that he could come to my senses quicker. The man said if my aim of taking videos at government building was to expose corruption, my videos were supposed to show the exchange of money. I told him that the whole idea of taking me to the back of the queue at the passport office was to induce bribery; the Police chief would not listen but rather chose to have me sent to Notorious CIO office to be vetted for freelance photography of Government secrets at government buildings.

The chief CIO refused to lay any charges against me on grounds that he knew the man on the my video and he knew his works too. The chief CIO said to other CIOs that if the matter was properly taken further, the bribery soliciting man at the passport office would feel sorry since his corrupt acts could be proven. He further said the Kwa-Msitheli building was a public area which had no sign for prohibition of photography. I was made to pay a fine for disorderly behaviour. I paid $60 and obviously got no receipt as the fine money should find its way into someone's pocket.

At the Passport Office I was told that my type of passport application was supposed to be done in Harare since I had obtained a travel document to travel to Zimbabwe from Zimbabwean Embassy in London. I went straight to Harare joining a queue at 04:00 AM Makombe House.

That place is nothing less than the Palace Of Corrupt Satan.

Corruption starts at the queue before the offices open. It follows you throughout the day and you won't get what you want until you know how to bribe officials.

I failed to get my papers through five different times, five different days and sleeping in the dusty cold five times. By then, I had learnt to behave. No video-graphing of corruption.

I was advised by relatives that if I wanted to get my passport without a hassle, I had to pay the Princes and Princesses of Evil and Corrupt Angels at Makombe House a bribery. When I paid a bribe fee of just $50.00, it was like watching a high velocity factory conveyor belt at work. All my papers were done and I was told to wait for eight days for a passport that was supposed to take three days.

After such a harrowing experience, I had a problem with tenants at my mother's place who had failed to pay their electricity bills for three months in Bulawayo. I moved their property out and they ran to call the ZRP. ZRP tried to force me to take the family's property back into the house but I vehemently refused. I was taken to the Bulawayo Central Police station where every illegal action is turned legal. I was told that the only way to evict defaulters was through the court and I could not move someone who flushes my toilet for free and get free electricity. That process I was told takes many months and many court attendances. The defaulting family further accused me of stealing R16 000.00 while I was moving out their things.

I was tactically forced to accept that family back into my house on the promise of payment. I accepted because I had to catch my flight in three days time. It has been a month now and that family still haven't finished paying what they owe.

Criminals use the Police to fulfill their deeds and such a country cannot advance on known economics ethics.

President Mugabe must know that no one in that country can get rid of corruption except him.

But again, President Mugabe does not know the extent of corruption in a country that he is President. The Corruption machinery is educated and is younger than Mugabe and it's well interlinked so much that it seals off any attempt to let Mugabe know the truth. Mr Mugabe has many times proven to be unworthy of trust especially when considering his handling of the Gukurahundi saga in the 80s, but this case of today's corruption has now scaled beyond his reach because he has become old.

I can bet anyone that corruption has become a culture of our Nation and that culture will need extra natural tools to root it out. It is also very true that judging from the high level our corruption has become, it will take more than ten years of extra effort to root it out. No extra-efficient tool can root it quicker than that.

My President, no matter how much he wishes to be remembered after death, has achieved a tittle to being the worst known person to have led Zimbabwe from the recorded days of the Hungwe Kingdom of AD 300. Even long after his death, maybe after a century, the legacy of the Lawlessness and its effects will still be an impacting on our Nation.

Nkosi Sikelel'iAfica.
Ishe Komborerayi Africa.
God Bless Africa.