Opinion / Columnist
Jonathan Moyo Saga: A circus needs a few bicycles Comrades
11 Oct 2016 at 06:56hrs | Views
You have got to feel a little sorry for Prof Jonathan Moyo, though.
I mean, for a man of his travelled intelligence to be backed so far up a corner that he has to flip back to his Pre- School literature collection to find inspiration in hard times from the Adventures of Robin Hood is kind of adorable, if you think about it.
Its not to discount or digress from the fact that maybe, just maybe, he ought to have taken a little bit more care of the "hard-earned tax payers dollars".
I am told even the government has barely enough to spare, let alone allegedly steal from. These days' civil servants' salary dates are as erratic as a teenage church mouse's period.
One would think a whole professor, pregnant with enough criminal intellect to allegedly make Zanu votes inexplicably appear in ballot boxes for more than a decade's worth of elections, would have enough brainy chutzpah to cover his traces if a few hundred thousand US dollars started disappearing from a fund he was entrusted with.
As a kid I once stole 2 palmfuls of sugar from the kitchen cupboard dead in the middle of the night. An hour later, my sweetened dreams were rudely interrupted by thorough belt swings and a bucketful of cold water. Apparently I had left a straight trace of it that led straight to my bed.
But having also read a few books at Creche and being no dummy myself, I collected the few wits one can master at 2am in the morning and used the underlying theme in the story of Rapunzel to calmly ask if they knew that my elder brother had snuck in a girl from next door and was chowing an even sweeter type of brown sugar every 30 minutes or so…
In fact, if their synchronized yelps were anything to go by, the two young infidels had been dropping line after line of sugar at the same time since 9pm... I was left to rest in relative peace, thanks for asking.
What the above story is desperately trying to make you understand is that there always greater crimes that you should always focus on before you lose your minds on the little, more innocent ones.
In any case, and I hate to say this, but some of you comrades are a murderous, tribalist bunch, sometimes.
If you can gladly be taken for a ride here in Harare, why can't the people of Tsholotsho be handed rides, too?
I mean, a few hundred thousand dollars buys a few bikes (for purely empowerment purposes) and you start pointing fingers at others' pointy heads?
We have all been clowning around since 1980 just to keep you entertained.
What's a circus act without a few bicycles, Comrades?
Ngoni Dzashe is a social commentator for Khuluma Afrika - a center for analysis and commentary.
I mean, for a man of his travelled intelligence to be backed so far up a corner that he has to flip back to his Pre- School literature collection to find inspiration in hard times from the Adventures of Robin Hood is kind of adorable, if you think about it.
Its not to discount or digress from the fact that maybe, just maybe, he ought to have taken a little bit more care of the "hard-earned tax payers dollars".
I am told even the government has barely enough to spare, let alone allegedly steal from. These days' civil servants' salary dates are as erratic as a teenage church mouse's period.
One would think a whole professor, pregnant with enough criminal intellect to allegedly make Zanu votes inexplicably appear in ballot boxes for more than a decade's worth of elections, would have enough brainy chutzpah to cover his traces if a few hundred thousand US dollars started disappearing from a fund he was entrusted with.
As a kid I once stole 2 palmfuls of sugar from the kitchen cupboard dead in the middle of the night. An hour later, my sweetened dreams were rudely interrupted by thorough belt swings and a bucketful of cold water. Apparently I had left a straight trace of it that led straight to my bed.
But having also read a few books at Creche and being no dummy myself, I collected the few wits one can master at 2am in the morning and used the underlying theme in the story of Rapunzel to calmly ask if they knew that my elder brother had snuck in a girl from next door and was chowing an even sweeter type of brown sugar every 30 minutes or so…
What the above story is desperately trying to make you understand is that there always greater crimes that you should always focus on before you lose your minds on the little, more innocent ones.
In any case, and I hate to say this, but some of you comrades are a murderous, tribalist bunch, sometimes.
If you can gladly be taken for a ride here in Harare, why can't the people of Tsholotsho be handed rides, too?
I mean, a few hundred thousand dollars buys a few bikes (for purely empowerment purposes) and you start pointing fingers at others' pointy heads?
We have all been clowning around since 1980 just to keep you entertained.
What's a circus act without a few bicycles, Comrades?
Ngoni Dzashe is a social commentator for Khuluma Afrika - a center for analysis and commentary.
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