For decades, Zimbabwean politics has unraveled like a 50s Hollywood horror movie playing in slow motion. The good guys have been losing (even when they win) only to hopelessly watch as the bad guys take the coveted throne in the fashion of a hunky-rugby-playing-bully scooping your crush from right under your nose. Broken-heartedly, we have been forced to contend with the bullies taking Prom King Title at every prom night.
Since 1980, the baton has changed hands in the most ludicrous fashion: from Mugabe to Mugabe. We have been made to watch a repeat coronation of the same man (only older & more senile) at the same State House uttering the same paraphrased speech, same promises and as expected, with the same results.
The question one would be asking is not how the Prom King (now way past his prime) has retained his throne but rather how we have failed to wrestle the crown of our freedom from his clutches. We need to understand how we have managed to let one man chart our destiny. How have we failed to derail this train of corruption & rottenness? How have we managed to keep oiling the cogs of this chariot of injustice?
We have let politicians become the Zimbabwean gods. We have waited for them to do everything for us. Both opposition and rural party politicians have enjoyed undue attention compared to how much they have delivered. Already, with elections almost a year away, we are seeing heightened political activity. Issues of national development have become A.O.B as the agenda becomes Mugabe, Tsvangirai, Mujuru, Biti and recently Nkosana Moyo. To some, these politicians are infallible immortals sent from the Heavens to rule us.
Mistakes have been made since 1980 yet we still believe every of their words. They have harassed us, mass murdered us, divided us into tribes and classes, plundered our resources and lead us into poverty. They have brought economic plague upon plague on us. ESAP, sanctions, Bacossi, ZimASSET, etc are all examples of bad decisions made by a conceited people lacking in vision, commitment and tact.
These are the laundry machines where minds are brainwashed before politicians deposit their bigotry. In this era of social media and multiple sources of information (some of which they leak themselves), propaganda (now christened “Fake News”) has become less effective. Propaganda has left state media & government with egg in the face on most occasions. Enter the profit-seeking prophets.
These ‘men of gold’ have turned their followers into but a mass of politically impotent imbeciles. Young, energetic, intelligent and competent people have been disenfranchised from their political selves leaving incompetent money-chasing laggards to rule our land. We have let these magicians hypnotize us to the extent of believing that 90% of Zimbabweans are unemployed because of the ‘spirit of unemployment’. That way, we have exonerated the politicians from any wrong doing. Instead of confronting the authorities on poor service delivery, we bend our knees and look to the Heavens. We question God on why people are dying from curable diseases yet we can’t ask the authorities why there are no medicines at public hospitals and clinics.
In a 21st century Zimbabwe, police officers at roadblocks, crime scenes, most police stations and outposts are still using pen and paper. Little is recorded digitally. Police training remains 6 months with teargas & spike throwing the only additions to an archaic curriculum. Whether by design or incompetent leadership, policing in Zimbabwe has gone from pathetic to unprofessional.
Who will deliver justice when the very law enforcers have turned away from the law? We connive with the officers to steal from ourselves. A police officer who now sees his uniform as a key card to our pockets & wallets will work the hardest to maintain the status quo. As long as we are ready to pay the bribes at roadblocks, corrupt officers will work hard to stop us from speaking up. We have the pockets that are fueling corruption. We have the pockets that are cushioning these officers by unlawfully augmenting their low salaries. We are the people that are incentivizing rottenness. If we stop paying the bribes, the hunger pains will force our officers to act professionally. They will stop their spike throwing antics and the teargas canisters will become too heavy to lift.
These are the pillars keeping our banana republic rolling. We need to deny them the attention, bribes and self-enrichment opportunities. It’s our duty to limit their influence on our minds, hearts and pockets so we can think and act independent of them. Let’s make their lives as less plush and less comfy as we can. We need to demystify them and expose their apparent heroism as myth.
In other words, we have to make them feel human. That way, they will feel our pain, our fear, our disappointment and soon they will begin to share our desires, convictions and vision till they walk with us and cry the same cry. They will become one with us then we will obliterate this Babylon.
For the good of the Republic!