Open letter to Tsvangirai

Dear Morgan, I hope this letter finds you in a relatively stable piece of mind given the tumultuous state of affairs in our beloved MDC-T.

I am afraid however that I am going to add more salt to your injuries as there are several key issues I have to offload my chest that may not be palatable to you.

In summary, you have dismally failed me Morgan, and I speak as a Zimbabwean and more importantly, a worker.

I used to admire you during your trade unionism days, you were a champion for workers' rights and when you and your colleagues later formed the Movement for Democratic Change in 1999 I thought all my troubles were over and better things were soon to come as you pledged.

By then I was still a naïve 25 year old with enough faith to see you as nothing short of the workers' messiah.

I was swayed by your party's high sounding founding principles and for the past 15 years I have wholeheartedly supported and given my all to MDC's cause only to realize now it was in vain.

I watched in awe and bitter disillusionment as you spent five long years in the inclusive government busy feathering your nest.

You chose to totally forget or ignore us workers yet the formation of your party was premised on our rights.

You, Morgan and your partners in crime in the inclusive government notably Tendai Biti as Minister of Finance and Lucia Matibenga as Public Service Minister, literally showed us the middle finger when you were in strategic positions to uplift us workers once and for all.

At one time Biti even mocked that civil servants should follow him to the toilet and see if he excretes money.

Lucia Matibenga on the other hand was busy playing hide- and- seek with the civil servants representatives while you Morgan, just sat back and enjoyed your teas and lunches at State House with your formerly sworn enemy.

Gone was the firebrand workers' champion I and my colleagues had grown to love dearly and would have gladly laid our lives down for.

 We watched in horror as you steadily but surely morphed into that which you had so vehemently professed to hate.

Like the animals in George Orwell's classic Animal Farm, we looked from pig to man, from man to pig and back and we could not tell the difference.

Thus ended my love, respect and admiration for you Morgan as it dawned on me that you were only there for the money, just like the rest of them.

We gave you a mandate to be our champion as workers and lift us from the abyss of despair and poverty that we had sunk into.

Instead, you chose to use that privileged time to line your pockets (although they are now reportedly empty) and conquer the seas, changing women as you would change underwear.

My own family struggled to make ends meet while you squandered tax payers' money and time on women.

Surely Morgan you can understand my skepticism and disgust when I listened to your address during the recently held Workers Day celebrations at Gwanzura stadium on May 1.

Now that the Madhuve's of this world have vacuumed your pockets and your MDC-T house is burning and on the verge of collapse, you have remembered us the workers. Eeh Morgan?

"I believe in action, maybe I am old now to do that. You, the youths, should wake up and act. Nothing will be addressed without action," you said.

Gallant words indeed, but where was the belief in action when we so badly wanted you to take action during your tenure in the inclusive government?
Had you forgotten how to act?

Or do you just want to use us as a front, to use us to do your dirty work so that you get another chance at the pampered life of luxury and nothingness that you had gotten used to?

Not this time Morgan, this time haulume!

I for one am tired and disillusioned. Any hope I once invested in you to liberate me from the bondage of being a worker in Zimbabwe has since been eroded.

So in conclusion Morgan, let me state equivocally that I shall not be heeding your calls for mass action or such nonsense, I will be too busy finding means to put bread on my family's table.

You should try it sometime instead of moving around with a begging bowl and expecting people to rise enmasse' and fight your personal wars.

Yours Nicole Hondo