Tuesday, October 11, 2011

IS IT NATIONAL UNITY OR NATIONAL MUTINY?

Amidst an awesome February 11, 2009, a bustard son was born. To revers the gains of an election and thwart a people's hope. He was named Government of National Unity... Those who were not just became, a part of an extravargant lot... Porsche cars and protruding stomachs, big outings and more wine...
But how come, the people ask? Can losers join hands with winners? Our trust has been sold out, so they say... We look up, we look down, we even search inside our closets, for things once hoped for bt never obtained... Is it national unity or national mutiny? We the people have suffered, the gods have sealed the heaven with a dark waterproofed rock, very soon they will seal our tombs as no rain threatens to fall from this dark cloud called national Unity... A new form of oppression has arisen to blind fold the generation of hardworking people, it is called national unity!

(By Sheunesu Mpofu, Human Rights Defender, Policy Analyst and Advocate for Political and Social Justice)

WHOSE INTERESTS ARE THEY SERVING?

Pye dogs have for centuries roamed the streets of Africa, Extra-ordinary men cling to demonalatory disguised as democracy. The suffering that yields profits for the first ladies at Kinshasa, Abuja, Nairobi, Pretoria, Mbabane and other promised lands. The chief o rebels cut of a nursing mother's breast to draw up another logo of non-tolerance to a new generation that could possibly demean this shit and open clean sheets of "united we stand". The illiterate native girl is not a circus elephant, but the rebel soldier boy knows not the meaning of Ubuntu. Everyday he lubricates his joy stick with blood of virgin girls before stealing their breath with high powered machine guns. Mere results of evil teachings, of state house canibals avount from Africa. You warlords, let birds of the forest sing sweet songs of social justice between the Igbos/ Hausa and Fulani, Xhosa and Zulu, Hutus and Tutsis, Ndebele and Shona. Songs that seperates bullets from ballots. Burn all cosmetic constitutions and write a new chapter of Africaness before these cankers gull the infants of change.

(By Sheunesu Mpofu, Human Rights Defender, Policy Analyst and Advocate for Political and Social Justice)