Why he dislikes Kasukuwere

Ndopane muroyi mukuru ipapo. To me, this isn't coming as a surprise. 

In 2018, Hon Kasukuwere came back to Zimbabwe at the behest of ED Mnangagwa to kill the alliance that we were negotiating between MDC-A and NPF. 

We had a national executive meeting to adopt the alliance document at Margolis Plaza, and Kasukuwere hired thugs to attack me and break my legs since I was the one with the document.

 Fortunately, a member of our team who had picked up information on the intended attack came in with his own security to secure the venue.

On learning that there was security at the venue, Jim Kunaka, who was coordinating the attack, had to call Kasukuwere to ask for more resources to beef up the number of thugs.

To the glory of God, Jim chose to make the call leaning on my car, which I had never brought to any party meeting. He was oblivious that my wife was seated in the car. 

The call was made on speaker phone for other group members to hear. My wife picked up Kasukuwere's voice from the other end. He had one instruction, "batai Mawarire mutyore gumbo nokuti ndiye anedocument realliance".

I was already in the meeting, so my wife quickly texted me, alerting me of the impending attack.

Inside the meeting, Kasukuwere thugs, like Mashange, were visibly drunk and disruptive. Others like Pheona, who wasn't supposed to attend the meeting, had budged in carrying a satchel of stones.

Since I was aware of what was planned, I asked the Chairperson, the late Mai Sandi, to excuse me from the meeting and asked her to read the alliance document for the meeting since she had a copy.

I then stood up, grabbed my laptop, and went out.

Mai Mahoka and Beatrice Nyamupinga followed me trying to persuade me to come back.  They thought I was disrespecting the chairperson.

That became the magical stroke that saved me.

Immediately as I stepped out, I was grabbed by the throat by a man I didn't know. Mai Mahoka swiftly drew out a pistol from her handbag and immediately confronted my attacker.

He let me go, and Nyamupinga and Mahoka then escorted me to my car, sat me on the passenger seat, and asked my wife to drive me away.

When she reversed out, we were blocked by a commuter omnibus. 

Mahoka had to draw out her gun again and instructed the driver to move away.

We drove towards Waterfalls, and when we got to the Zindoga shops, we stopped, and I called Kasukuwere and asked him why he was sending thugs to attack me instead of coming "feya feya" semurume?

He denied having anything to do with the thugs, and when I told him my wife picked his voice over the phone when the thugs called for reinforcements, that's when he pulled a shocker!

"Aaah handizirini, ndofunga ndiDan,  mavoice edu akafanana?"

Dan is Kasukuwere's brother, a gentleman who is not anywhere near the thug Saviour is.

I told him Dan isn't a politician and had no motivation to attack me, then dropped the call.

Two weeks later, we met Kasukuwere at RGM International Airport. We were on the same flight to Joburg.

My wife confronted him and told him he was a wizard,  a murderer! 

He asked that we had a meeting in Joburg to discuss the issue, but when we were at the immigration queue,  he took the diplomats route, had his passport stamped, and disappeared. 

That's the Kasukuwere you want to defend. 

Anyway, I did my homework on the Bete X handle, and the sign-in credentials are linked to his SA number. That we have proven beyond doubt.

I have known him, did my work on him for years. I pretended to be stupid and naïve, and he played right in my hands. I will process him until he turns to God.