Sunday, May 31, 2009

THE DEFEAT OF THE UNION JACK!


ABWOOLI RUJUMBA- OMURUNGI W'ABASAMBU, Whilst the battle shots of the second chimurenga war-furnace rang aloud between the years 1966-1980, a KUTAMA- born shockingly brilliant ex-school teacher turned liberation war champion- ROBERT GABRIEL MUGABE was ferociously spreading his propaganda of freedom with abandon. He often roared unto his fighters; 'that when you see gold rust, then it was not gold in the first place: it was actually brass- for true gold does not rust!

Thus in the aftermath of the protracted and arduous liberation war, under the wise and futurist guidance of comrade Mugabe, Zimbabwe finally won a compassionate date with lady freedom.

Thus it follows that the great house- as the lynx Zimbabwe translates in the great Shona tongue, was redeemed from the predatory and insatiable jaws of British lunacy, cowardice, loot, rape, pillage and plunder that was dazzlingly masked in the molten garment of Brutish imperialism.

It is therefore no news that that the colonial machine devoured millions of blameless black women, children and men but it is news that this age birthed probably modern times most skilled firebrand priest at the altar of hope for the submerged nations of Africa and the world. If imperialism, true to its ways, thought that in comrade Mugabe it had won itself a pawn to superimpose its curse on the black beloved deep in the somersaulting hills of Mashona- land, it was in for a rude shock!

Obscened with the courage of ten mother-leopards robbed of cubs combined, Comrade Mugabe was to later on bare his claws and aim poisoned arrows of decency at the brettonwood corridors and 10 Downing street- the official residence of the British prime minister.

Because of Mugabe's noble ideals and ruthless rhetoric against evil that is West, Tony Blair during his times embarked on a despicable campaign to demerit and throw mud at the lofty feat clinched by the Mugabe administration back in the beautiful Harare city.

It should be noted with such jealousy that before nonsense prevailed over reason among the so- called 'great' powers to admonish Dr. Mugabe, Zimbabwe was a thriving economy with the best literacy rate in Africa, promising GDP growths, an infrastructural boom and the ideal destination for experts in economics who wanted the fine-looking peoples of Zimbabwe to share with them their success story.

As the door of 10 downing shut behind the ill-mannered Blair, in came a man whose mother forgot to teach the etiquette of diplomacy as prime minister-elect. That man was Gordon Brown- prior on foreign secretary.

Brown inherited an office that has famed itself over the centuries to have built an empire on the decaying bones of the submerged peoples and sustaining it on their blood. And he did turn out to be its brilliant apprentice.

Using the land question in Zimbabwe that was ably and perfectly handled by the ageing comrade to veil imperialism's true face, Gordon, as he is fondly known in power circles of Britain, openly attacked the Harare administration and poured scorn allover it. He on a number of occasions threatened boycott vital symposiums if Mugabe did attend.

He influenced the backyard of imperialism, the EUROPEAN UNION, to slap more sanctions on Mugabe's regime. He attempted to break the first cracks of insanity in the African Union fortress. He along with the administration he was representing groomed a stooge in Morgan Richard Tsvangirai.

He also, with the support of the Washington rule, injected billions in the print and electronic media to depose Mugabe. He unsuccessfully plotted assassination attempts through good nurtured top army chiefs who at all times briefed their commander about the design.

As a result, his efforts were rewarded with sky- rocketing inflation in the country, high unemployment levels, millions of deprived people, a cholera outbreak and hunger that choked thousands into silence!

Confronted with all that could have forced even the bravest and most courageous of men to hoist the flag of surrender, Mugabe just hardened on the oppressors until they were forced to send their glove-puppet- Tsvangirai to talk peace with a man famed for a heart as hard as a diamond!

In the struggles of Mr. Mugabe, the world has been blessed with the opportunity to spot Africa's true friends and mortal foes. We have seen true African patriots like Mzee Mbeki, Libyan leader Col. Muammer el Qhadaffi,inter alia.

We have also seen comrade Mugabe's clenched fist tear through the air in defiance. And we have also been made to reaffirm that indeed true gold does not rust. It is on such a background that I submit that the name ROBERT GABRIEL MUGABE be cut on the cherished memorial tablet of Africa's braves. He has a throne for a seat in the great balcony of Africa's greatest heroes. I also laud him for candidly telling Buckingham that it can try to hide the spots of the hyena of imperialism but cannot forever hide its smell.

Dearest Mugabe, - Zimbabwe, Africa, and the submerged peoples littered around the world owe you a bottomless and severe debt of gratitude. Of how you make them chest thump with pride, the Gods of our land can exclusively tell. May you live longer than your fore- fathers. May you forever keep the great bonfire of the African hope glowing brighter and mightier. God bless you gallant son of Africa, brave son of the soil.

PAMBERI NE CHIMURENGA!
(Forward with the revolution)

KYOMUHENDO- ATEENYI

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