Wednesday, September 30, 2015

This is a follow up article on my recent submission on the gospel of prosperity.

Yes! I have seen it all. Talk of passionate praise and worship teams, tearful prayers and the intense hunger for the word of God. The unsuspecting brethren are blinkered by the false hope preached by today's preachers, evangelists, pastors and prophets. Yes! Christian faith is at the mercy of a formidable force, its not persecution of Christians by infiltration by dangerous money spinning business opportunists who masquerades as prophets. Honestly the integrity of the christian faith is at stake. It's unfortunate that the truth is not what the people want to hear, they want to be fed with lies and candy doctrines. God forbid! I would like to submit that the gospel of financial prosperity and material possessions is a horrible distortion from the gospel of salvation which our divine savior Jesus Christ crafted. Prosperity teachings are just some new age philosophies with a few scriptures thrown thrown in to Christianize them. I would like to make it clear here now that the prosperity gospel is fake. If it was true then there would be no poor Christians today. The prophets are possessed by three big demons, Pride, List and Greed. They are the devil incarnate. Biblical prosperity is not material and financial possessions but having your needs met. Let me substantiate my submission with scriptural evidence;
①Matthew 6:19-21 "Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal".
② Luke 12:15 "And he said unto them, Take heed, and beware of covetousness: for a man's life consisteth not in the abundance of the things which he possesseth."
③ "Matthew 16:26 "For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?"
④1 Timothy 6:10 "For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows."
⑤1 Timothy 6:9 "But they that will be rich fall into temptation and a snare, and [into] many foolish and hurtful lusts, which drown men in destruction and perdition."
⑥Matthew 6:24 "No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon."
⑦1 John 3:17 "But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels [of compassion] from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?"
⑧Matthew 6:33 "But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you."
⑨Acts 4:32-35 "And the multitude of them that believed were of one heart and of one soul: neither said any [of them] that ought of the things which he possessed was his own; but they had all things common."
⑩1 John 2:16 "For all that [is] in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world."
Psalms 37:7-9 "Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass."
2 Corinthians 9:7 "Every man according as he purposeth in his heart, [so let him give]; not grudgingly, or of necessity: for God loveth a cheerful giver."

ICC vs Omar al Bashir Case

South Africa made a reasonable decision by allowing Omar al Bashir to leave the country in contradiction with the ICC's order to have him arrested. Perhaps the South African government could not brush off the possibility of a diplomatic dilemma with other African countries. They couldn't subject themselves to the wrath of heads of African nations and risk being labelled a puppet of the west and ICC. My understanding is that Omar al Bashir committed his crimes in Sudan rendering it impractical for him to be arrested in South Africa. Besides the arrest was going to jeopardize the peace keeping activities in Sudan where South Africa is playing a key role. I would like to submit that the ICC's justice system is selective. There are so many African leaders who have committed crimes against humanity but they were not brought to book. 20 000+ people were massacred in Matabeleland and Midlands in Zimbabwe but nothing was done, Idi Amin never paid for his crimes, the list is endless. The truth is that the ICC has lost its relevance and has in some way become a western tool to fix hostile regimes whilst on the other hand the same court can not arrest them.


I was delivering a lecture on marriage and family to one of my sociology classes this afternoon when a beautiful, sophisticated but scornful lady at the back of the room challenged me.She argued that my opinion that marriage was the greatest career for a woman was wrong. She further argued that marriage is almost finished and that it was not desirable or even necessary for one to link themselves with one person and limit themselves to that person for the rest of their life. Her words are still vivid in my mind."Sir, I'm sleeping with a fellow that i like, i don't want to marry him and i don't think he intends to marry me. This is not my first love affair and probably won't be my last. i cant see anything wrong with this. Someday when and if i choose to have a child i may be forced by the society to marry, but until that time i shall not be part of it. if i ever do choose to and the relationship goes bad i shall not be trapped in it." she even substantiated her assertion with a question,"why cant a man-woman relationship be just as meaningful outside of marriage as it is in it?" I paused for a moment before responding. In my submission i clearly highlighted that if it doesn't have the commitment then it surely doesn't have the permanence. i further argued that, it takes brains and determination, time and effort to make marriage good and the rewards are just enormous. I then defined marriage as the total commitment of the total person for a total way of life, a relation between a man and a woman in which the independence is equal, dependence is mutual and the obligation is reciprocal. Yes! I have to admit that the discussion was a thriller and i really enjoyed.


I'm only another young man from a country where there is no room for dissent, opposition and freedom of expression. A county where the gap between the rich and the poor is wide as the rift valley. A country where no politician is correct in all they say and affirm politically. A society afraid of its own shadow. A country where violence and impunity have become normalized and and an important part of the leaders DNAs as a result of cynicism. A county where the "accept and move on" mantra has become the rallying cry of political leaders. A country where no politician is truthful and correct in all they affirm politically.


Dear God

Jehovah El-Shaddai, Almighty God [Genesis 17:1, Psalms 91:1]. As a truly obedient son i resign myself to your holy will.

You sent your son Jesus Christ who loved me to such a degree as to suffer and die for my salvation. It was for my salvation that He willed to be born in a stable, endured poverty, suffering and sorrow throughout his life and finally experienced the bitter death of the cross.

God, i believe that nothing great is done without suffering, without humiliation and that all things are possible by means of it. My Lord, i also understand that poverty is better than riches, pain better than pleasure, obscurity and contempt than name and ignominy and reproach than honour.

Lord, i beseech you for strength and wisdom in this life full of failure, prejudice, contradictions, coldness and imapatience, contempt, mental darkness, the silence and dryness of hearts.

Oh God, you know the emptiness of my heart. When loneliness looms around me, when my questions are unanswered, when no one seems to care, when i fall deeper into despair, I pray that you let your peace fall upon me, remind me of your unconditional and eternal love for me and assure me of your presece.

Thank you for the great encouragement, comfort and consolation that comes from your Holy Book. You shall always be my "refuge and strength, a very present help in time of trouble". I understand that finite strength is independable and expendable but your finite power is sufficient for my every need.

My God, help me to understand myself and help others to understand me. Im my agony of fear or anger, sadness or loss of self esteem may i find grace to trust you.

Gracious God, i ask for your blessings on my friends who have given their own hearts and souls to deepen and strengthen my own. I pray for those who have walked alongside me when i have not been a faithful friend. When i feel alone, Oh Lord, remind me that my friends are one of your greatest gifts of grace to me.

I submit all my concerns to you, completely trusting in your abundant generosity.

In Jesus Christ's name I pray. Amen.


As i write this prayer i am reminded of the awesome honour of being a father. God granted me the previlege of raising Zinzile Nicole Mpofu, i understand that with the previlege comes great responsibility and hardwork.

Dear God

God i present my darling girl before your throne. Heart still so pure. Lord keep her innocence firmly intact.

Lord the world is a dangerous place in so many ways, I pray for physical, mental and spriritual protection.

Protect her from others and wrong choices and call her to higher standards.

I ask for wisdom and discernment in teaching and preparing her for a life of purity and modesty.

I surrender my desire to control her, I surrender my desire to manipulate her future, I am totally open, dependent and desperate for you to be in control as i let go.

* Let her learn early in life that to obey you, God, is the best way to the life her heart truly desires. [1 Samuel 15:22]

* May she find comfort in your ability, God, to reach her, hold her and rescue her. [2 Samuel 22:17-18]

* Let her find confidence in you, God, even when hard times come and she doesnt know what to do, by keeping her eyes faced on you. [2 Chronicles 20:12]

* May she keep herself under control and not give full vent to people and situations that anger her. [Proverbs 29:11]

* Let her walk in the security of your assigned worth to her. Give her a strong work ethic and health to accomplish all tasks. Give her a heart that desires to extend her hand to those in need. Protect her for the right husband, a man of respect and Godly, honouring. Let her be a woman of joy and laughter, whose Christ centered character is what makes her most beautiful.

I pray that she may rise up over all pressures of life, walk in your unique calling to make history and challenge convention and expectation.

I also pray that she knows the fullness of your grace and the freedom of your forgiveness and that your mercies are new every morning.

I wait in expectation for your providence.

In Jesus Christ's name i pray. Amen.


I have learnt that pastors/prophets of today especially those who lead pentecostal churches are more concerned about the prosperity gospel. Not much is said about salvation as their gospel emphasize on acquisition of material possessions, in essence they preach destruction right from the pulpit of salvation, and they have developed into swindlers without remorse. Surely the integrity of the Christian faith is under siege.

It is a sad reality that this deadly spiritual virus is spreading throughout Africa as these preachers prey on a poverty audience who are eager to pull themselves out of their quagmire of economic comatose. It is of paramount importance to note that some evangelists, pastors and prophets now use the church as a money spinning business venture, a rare opportunity to bequeath wealth even for their unborn children. Some even go to the extent of pouring libations on the ground as a way of enhancing church growth. In some churches so called "anointing oil", sand, water other such substances are given to believers as tools for bringing the much sought after financial or material possessions. It is on record that some of this oil is being sold as church merchandise, alongside hand bangles, handkerchiefs, T-shirt and sweaters.

The preachers emphasizes on the need to continue giving in order to get the promised windfall. Some of the occult practices include indecent conduct with female followers, including hand penetration into private parts, fondling of breasts, or any such indecent behaviour.
ala considerable number of pastors are languishing in prison for cases ranging from rape to sexual harassment et al. A classic example of such is Pastor Gumbura of the End Time Message Church who was convicted of raping several women in his church.
Today’s prosperity gospel fuels greed, and it focuses on getting as opposed to giving. It is a selfish materialistic faith with a thin veneer of Christianity. The central theme of prosperity gospel is to continually urge members to sow financial seeds so they can reap ernomous rewards.

Entire conferences are sometimes dedicated to nothing else but collecting offerings, and believers are almost instructed that this is God’s way towards achieving wealth. This is often punctuated by impressive testimonies from selected or volunteering church members, almost always bragging about how much they paid for their suits, shoes, jewelry, or how they travelled first class because of “God’s blessing.” It is an elaborate scam meant to railroad unsuspecting followers into parting with the little hard-earned cash at their disposal.

Some of the young so-called prophets of today are pathetically proud, and they have the temerity to defend the disgrace of pride by misquoting the Bible. We have a warped church leadership today, thanks to the scandalous commercialization of the Christian faith. We now have pastors who plant churches not because they have a burden to achieve or realize the salvation of souls, but because they see dollar signs in any auditorium full of people.

Brethren, this is a deadly and Satan induced cancer which is slowly but surely eroding the Christian faith. I have questions for such evangelists, pastors and prophets; where in the bible is it written that His wants us to be rich and to have excess in our lives and that one's physical possessions indicate one's spiritual worth? Honestly do we need the gospel of prosperity in the last days? My final submission is that all we need is a life giving message of salvation and repentance from sin.
#God forbid!

Thursday, January 3, 2013


Glancing back at 2012 i see a canon roll onto the dust. 2012 left a credence of history for me, it will dwell in the attics of my brains as does the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of my body… the year was a long stride, at times dreary, at times incredible, a blend of triumphant and failed combats. But I was been driven by resilience and assurance that God will always see me through intricate times. 2012 was a year when I learnt to comprehend how it feels to be hurt – to feel hurt in its most violent wrenching forms… all I can say is that I met with adversity’s blast and got bowed to the ground by its fury… the 12 months were as hush as prejudiced jury. 2012 taught me a lesson that in life one makes mistakes, falls down but it’s the getting up that counts. Just like in base ball, you will get a few hits, but most likely you will strike out more than you will get on base. The solution lies in refusing to quit, in finding focus, in relaxing, taking a deep breath and giving it a good swing. In such times my spur came from Philippians 4 verse 13, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me…” My assurance is that a new-year is unfolding, like a blossom, with petals curled tightly concealing the beauty within…

As my own inferno went out, it was rekindled by sparks from several people and this prompted a deep setting cause to think with deep gratitude of those who set ablaze the inferno in me… I might not be able to mention all of you by name, but all I can say is that I am thankful to all of you.

My heartfelt appreciation goes to my family, an eccentric looking band of characters trudging through life, at times inflicting pain and the solution to soothing it in the instant, loving, laughing, defending and trying to figure out the common trend that bound us all together. It is a pleasure to thank my all time friend, Hloniphani Sibanda for holding my hand through the things tht made me nevous.

I owe my deepest gratitude to my love Angela Nyathi for turning the most unlikely dream into reality... even at a time when the whole world seemed busy with their own lives, having left me in a lonely trance, I was assured reassured and confident of her undying concern for me. I am also grateful to my friends Suku Ndlovu, Ndabezinhle Tidings "Ezase Afro" Ntonga, Lwazi "Tshisaboy" Hlalani Moyo, Xolani "Sthapura" Moyo, Goodson "The Engineer" Chitsa,Lindelwe Ntonga and Trishula Daniel, Danell Khan, SaNandi Mlotshwa, Ricky Marodza and Morningstar Ncube without whose enthusiasism life would hv been an uphill task for me.

My earnest appreciation also goes to Macebo Sibanda, Meckyline Mellisa Phiri, Matroe, Dumoluhle Mayisa, Luhanga "The unpredictable", Bright Sagonda "The Pundit" , Nothando Sibanda, Vivien Makeleni, Faith Gototsi, beatrice Purity Mguni,Sheron Dewa, Njabulo Moyo for the unfailing help and courtesy I received during the year. I am also obliged to all my friends on Face-book for making 2012 worth evoke, you deserve a prolonged applause!!!

Parting short; A fulsome new-year, a fond farewell to the old… to the things that are yet to come and to the reminiscence that you hold…

HAVE AN IMPRESSIVE 2013!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[Dedicated to Angela Nyathi for holding my hand and turning the most unlikely dream into reality]

In my life I have written articles calmly, unheralded and often in the middle of the night in elation, spasm, bliss or in a state of drunkenness. If honesty has to prevail then I have to admit and rightly so that as I am writing this one my heart is inundated with joy and therefore finding it difficult to put my feelings into words.

Amidst my state of bliss, I see a lovely lady tossing her hair as she steps into my vacant heart. With great esteem and love I welcome her. Numb I am for a while but gather the valor to ricochet a few sentiments, all I can say is,” Hail gorgeous”, with a certainty of love in the hand. As she saunters down the streets of Zimbabwe’s second largest city, all can’t help but marvel at such an angel, I can’t help either. All I can do is wearing a smile but my smile conceals some hidden tears, they are not tears of sorrow but tears of joy. A renowned writer once said,’ sometimes you don’t know what you want until it hits you.’
She is sumptuous with her love and has the aptitude to cosset my every whim. All that is needed is some pulsating time to connect, for they say affections are intense and emotions get cavernous as people connect. She has an affable and lovely interlude which cheers me up immensely. Her face is perfect, the nose at the right place, the precise size and beneath it well place is a pair of lips, soft even by the look. Her ears decorate her rounded head with her hair quixotically curled…. Her eyes glitter and are punctuated by neat eyebrows. Her skin is smooth; her smile exposes her snow white teeth …one look at her I get love-struck, cupid arrows shoot inside my love enslaved heart which bleeds desperately to hear her virtuous voice whisper into my ears.

Therefore to say she is beautiful would be an irony of the century. She is simply ravishing, immaculate, gorgeous, and exquisite, you name it. I can safely say love is mysterious and mesmerizing and when you find it with such an angel there is nothing better. The deep-seated question I am asking myself is; will my heart be able to contend this renewed up state of quixotic bliss. All I know is that God wouldn’t give me what I can not handle. How I wish he didn’t trust me that much…

[Compiled by; General S.R Mpofu – Freelance Journalist, Teacher, Human Rights Activist and Advocate for Political and Social Justice in Zimbabwe]

Saturday, June 16, 2012


Still births, witches and wizards
Unforgiven sins and disease
Infested bodies stray snakes and stolen court evidence
uncountable matchsticks and more than many barrels of flammable juices

Victims of political violence, thugs and victims of the AIDS epidemic
Voluntary life terminations, rotten corpses of soldiers who fought in borrowed wars
Blood stained garments from manufactured road accidents
And soul eating images of long gone lineage members
All in the funeral Palour

Once i saw a live human corpse and mourners screaming for their dear lives
The corpse was pinned down before being taken to the crematorium
Where his body was burnt to ashes reminiscent of the pastor's 'ashes to ashes'

My shoulders became heavy with life's meaningless meaning
Evil daughter beggot a bustard son
In no time the body was in the palour
As if the palour would prophesy about the whereabouts of the boy's father
Does a crippled boy understand the pleasures of a jumping castle?
Does a coffin purify or unlify life' violence?
The mystery of life and death lies between the two giants so says the undertaker
Afterwards he giggles blissfully like he has just discovered the great secret behind mortality

By General S.R Mpofu
(Freelance Journalist, Human Rights Activist and Advocate for Political and Social Justice in Zimbabwe)


His eyes are wide shut
His sight has been robbed by pleasure
Pleasure that is not pleasurable at all
To the little she figure veneered by the monster's seasoned body
Its all pain in the gains
Her vagina is torn apart too
There are few droplets of blood on the crime scene
The sandy soils of West Park Cemetery have sucked much of the precious liquid...

Its 630pm and only me and those resting underneath the earth witness this hair raising one-sided jewel
In the end the Devil's son zipped up his pants and left
I gave thanks to the almighty and the thick savanna bush for not exposing me to the dragon

I crossed Mpilo road - the road that passes through the cemetery to embrace my derailed sister
Together we wept till the heavens withdrew their light
Too bad she was deflowered....

By General S.R Mpofu
(Freelance Journalist, Human Rights Activist and Advocate for Political and Social Justice in Zimbabwe)


I have flipped through the rough pages of life for long,
Searching for the angel happiness
Its a wild goose chase whose small paths are rocky and infested with snakes
Salty waters and bumper harvests of sorrow
Questions of character and problems of priorities
All swim in the same sewage dams
Where only bewitched fish are caught

The mornings are horrible like maggots on a six day unclaimed corpse
Spout allover delivering sweet aromas of sadness
That signal Satan's successful days at work
Grounded grannies gaze and glide with gatholic giggles
But with no guts to gun down imaginary goblins gnawing their lives at the old people's home

Terrified teenagers take turns to take tranquilizers
To tone down tantalizing moments of torment
In their torrid, tedious and tempestuous lives
Elephant sized businessmen struggle to touch their toes
As their protruding bellies stage demonstrations against flexibility
Its a selfish world and only the selfish shall prosper....

By General S.R Mpofu
(Freelance Journalist, Human Rights Activist and Advocate for Political and Social Justice in Zimbabwe)


I am finding it difficult to understand the central paradox to the death of my grand father JLB Mhlanga who died at the hands of the dogs of war. Why he died before witnessing the dawn of a new era in Zimbabwean politics is a fundamental question which begs for an answer. To understand that, one would need to look at how he lived, only then one will discover a life that  eerily echoed the fortunes of this country. It is difficult to understand why this man who had so much to live for had to die. My grandpa's death left a big hole not only in my life but in the lives of the Bankwe people as well.

I was doing my Lowe Six when fateful phone call from a relative  came, informing me that my grandpa had died at Mnene Hospital, in Belingwe. I couldn't  believe the news and immediately proceeded to the bus-stop to look for transport to Matabo where my grandpa was going to be laid to rest. A lot of questions wrecked havoc in my mind and then i was too yound to question such things and i therefore left everything to the elders. It was beyond any reasonable doubt that politics had dealt a cruel and final blow to a man who had lived a life that made him a fundi in so many areas, and yet remained the epitomy of humility. It all began when my grandpa was seeking re-election as the Council Chairman of Mberengwa Rural District Council against Ben Mataga. Mataga couldnot stomach the idea of contesting against a well-known and competent Mhlanga and at one point swore that Mhlanga wouldn't see the next day if he challenged him in the election.

At the time of his death Mr. Mhlanga was already in a state of acute distress, walking with great difficulty and emotionally fragile. Death was starring at him in the face and everything he tried to fend it off had failed. What has struck me about my grandfather's death is the deafening silence about its cause. I know and rightly so that he was swept away by the murky waters of politics... I have no kind words for ZANU PF for taking away such an enterprising life.
Mr. Mhlanga's death triggered a host of worries and fears in me. I felt helpless and insecure.  His death  triggered the fear of me having to face life without him. He was my source of inspiration, my advisor and above all my mentor.

ZANU PF owes a debt to my grandpa that they cannot ever fully repay. I will always honour his sacrifice for the betterment of our lives as a family and for the betterment of Zimbabwe. All i have to do is to honor it in my  own life by holding the memories close to my heart, and heeding the example he set.

Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.
I will not try it... Time is the only comforter for the loss of my grandpa. Rest in eternal Peace Mr. Mhlanga!!!


Im not vindictive or self righteous, bt i think pple have explained a lot about me and i cant help feeling some sympathy for myself... i have been listening sympathetically and quietly at the tirades against me but i have to call a halt. Yes, pple have upset me endlessly with thir accusations and counter accusations. I think one time over a story is sufficient. Some pple have taken my problems into their cupped hands and held them out to me. Pple u have had your say, let me have mine...
 I have been so surprised by the unexpected ranting at me, i refuse to be a victim of emotion- i have chosen the sort of soliloquy maybe u will have the honour to listen... Iam not adamant to the pain and sorrow that the so called rumour have put me, my family and those associated with me, in. But i feel things have been blown out of proportion. I am 28 and i know what to do about myself and im sure i can handle whatever situation. I've the subtlest of all human skills - how to sort myself out of difficulty...
I have been able to listen respectfully to pple's relentless campaigns to vilify me, with esteem for my personality which is sorely wounded and rejected. I know tht with the same esteem im going to help restore my ego...

Friday, May 4, 2012


I hv elbowed my way to success in the teeth of a vicious self centered family. The tonic tht braced me for a life tht i live today was my embracing of Christianity. I do not view Christianity as an advantage bt as a duty which i hv to perform on a daily basis. It is this conception which mould me into a disciplined being.

Living a life based on Christian principles is not a condition in which i was born bt a streneous and exating enterprise which i chose by myself and which im going to persue with a sense of responsibilty... The past 28 years have been a long stride, at times dreary, at times incredible ...a blend of triumphant and failed combats...

During the course of the journey i learnt to comprehend how it feels to be hurt, to feel hurt in its most violent and wrenching forms...i met with adversity's blast and got bowed down by its i refused to bulge...after a series of close calls with death i found my solace in Philippians 4:13, " I can do all things through Christ who strengtherns me." I hv found peace and hope ispite of life's missing i celebrate my 28th birthday i see the unfolding of a new life, like a blossom with petals curled tightly concealing the beauty within...

Wednesday, December 14, 2011


(To Learnmore Judah Jongwe, a fallen hero of the struggle for democracy and good governance ... May his dearest soul rest in eternal peace!)

Through the GNU, the two MDC formations, the one led by Morgan Tsvangirai & the other one led by Prof. Welshman Ncube, have mastered the rudiments of governance, of administration and of building essential institutions.
They have been able to identify reliable leadership under severe and stressful conditions.
They have developed the mature skills of give and take negotiations for survival. They have mastered the intricate art of flexibility, of being firm when firmness is required and of compromise and reconcilliation when no strong held principles are at stake.
Tought and rough experiences have enabled them to dvp the ability to constantly distinguish and make a choice btwn primary and secondary contradictions and to act on them according to the required objective.
In other words they have developed that rare capacity to be able to stand the heat and make it even warmer.
The rare wealth of experience have been seen in the mould of the Prime Minister, Morgan Tsvangirai, the Minister of Finance, who became the prime focus of the media recently concerning the contentious issue of civil servants' salaries and the equally controversial issue of the ghost workers. With such a dark clould hovering over his head Biti has been unshaken. Minister Elton Mangoma have had his share of the tribulations, the same can be said about the minister on the Organ on National Healing Reconcilliation and Intergration, Moses Mzila Ndlovu whose stance on the Gukurahundi issue invited trouble for the Legislator. The MDC (N/M) saga emanating from the 'disputed' congress has not dettered Prof. W Ncube, i was going through the Sunday News dated August 28 - 4 Sept 2011 when i leant of the Prof's desire to have the Parly moved to Bulawayo if ever the gvt was committed to devolution of power. I also leant abt the Prof's fight against the de-industrialization of Bulawayo.
These are some of the most outstanding Ministers in Zimbabwe's inclusive Gvt, they are a unique feat. Your truly almost forgot the Hon. Speaker of Parly, Mr. Lovemore N. Moyo who almost lost the speakership bt won after fighting a battle of attention and intention against the Prodigal son, Prof. J Moyo.
Commander i salute you. What is left is for the MDCs to dvp a solid identity of purpose.
We need to see the MDCs who respect each other because each sees in the other similar qualities and traits which they themselves value the most. Such traits as honesty, courage, single-mindedness, organizational talent and administrative skills.
The reward is nigh!!! Aluta Continua!


(To my friends, Ndabezinhle Tidings Ntonga who encouraged me to pursue my vision and Stellah Kakava who kept me going when i didn't think i could...) 

I watched in despair as bulldozers mercilessly rmpaged buildings and people's possessions...
The beasts rolled over homes and left gadgets such as TVs, DvDs, beds etc all in shambles...
Sources of livelihood were shattered with some people remaininf with clothes that they were wearing...
Cheeks dampenned with sorrow ... but what else could we have done?
They called it Operation Murambabtsvina, but, i have to and rughtly so refer to this cataclysm as a manmade Tsunami...
With those loaded FNs whose throats had run dry because of their thirst...
I watched helplessly because all i could do was to do so...
Hearts were broken, dreams were shattered...
The victims were lawful citizens of Zimbabwe who became prey to the government's systematic attack on civillians...
Ordinary Zimbabweans who were survivinfg on honest informal businesses were left stranded...
The messengers enjoyed every moment of their errorful errand...
They had left mercy at the barracks to serve a government without compromise...
Policy makers had conemned the dark and dingy homes ...
Only metal brooms could do justice to them...
The people were forced to dine with lizards, snakes and mice...
Dreams became mere hallucinantions about those big houses at Selborne Park and Burnside...
How i wish i was born a Wayne Rooney... but no i was born to nourish the township...
But why did a government which claimed to be a democracy destroy a substantial part of urban housing...
It reminded me of what i read in the books about the divastating Second World War...
The state used organised violaence and toture against its own peoplewith impunity...
The world powerlessly watched... the magnitude of the crime demaned international response...
Where was Amnesty International, United Nations, African Union and SADC?
They only behaved like sweet mamas pacifying their deliquent child...
When is this going to be delt with?
Anyway was this not suppossed to be a matter of urgent priority even to the Security Council then?

(By Sheunesu Reginald Mpofu - Human Rights Defender, Policy Analyst, Free-lance Journalist and Advocate for Political and Social Justice)