By Rejoice Ngwenya
In Ndebele tradition, true warriors do not hit men who are down, but Tracy, today I will not hesitate to pour vitriol on your misfortune! After ten years of predatory land thuggery by your ZANU-PF, the joke is on you.
Your people set innocent commercial farmers on a trajectory of destitution. I have always reminded you plunderers how expropriated property is vulnerable to the cycle of abuse. No security of tenure. Now that a fellow crony is using brute force to evict you, your agony is my pleasure!
For now, let me savour the moment, rubbing my hands with glee as you writhe in pain under an avalanche that your so-called ‘land reform’ triggered. Tracy, I have nothing but contemptuous disdain for your bereavement.
We, the paramedics of democracy will speed past your zone of despair in arrogant defiance, hoping that by the time we return from legitimate duty, you will have chocked in the sandstorms of your own greed. You are part of the band of looters that hid behind the smokescreen of sterile legislation to plunder the life possessions of innocent Gary Cartwright in the name of empowerment. Etshwaa!
Tracy, I do not shed a single tear for the fate that has befallen you. Listen to the giggles that I struggle to suppress. I pray that your feeble attempts at attracting attention from the paramedics of human rights, despite your desperate screams, will fall onto deaf ears. May the good Lord of Abraham curse those human rights defenders who will come to your rescue. In 2008 you and your ilk were at the fore front of labelling them puppets of imperialism and regime change.
In your desperate zeal to attract sympathy, you whimper about your friendship with the MDC. Your shameless desire to associate with us must be rejected and ignored with the contempt it deserves. Unless if Morgan Tsvangirai is, some of us are not itching for that sort of company.
It is your party that carried over the legacy of violence from Gukurahundi, land expropriation, Murambatsvina onto the murderous election of June 2008. Now that you are getting the taste of your medicine, you wave around a flag of innocence. You can fool him, not us!
Tracy, turn to your Baal, perhaps he will hear your Jezebelan whimpers once he recovers from a drunken stupor, dazed by the blood he gulped down from the wounds that your party inflicted on innocent farmers. Children lost their parents. Respectable men are now beggars, while professionals eke a living out of gravel in the Transvaal because of your people’s virulent farm invasions.
You, Tracy, were the cheer leader that sang loudest as the axe of doom and despair fell on innocent white citizens. You pranced and sauntered on someone’s property with a wide Ahaban grin while the very thugs now at your gate sang songs of praises. Stand on the porch naked and take the full brunt of the hot wind of vengeance blowing from the spirits of those whose hearts you and your fellow farm looters broke. Etshwaa!
The mist forming in my eyes is that of both joy and sadness. Joy because I told you so, sadness because instead of confessing, you are merely complaining. Tracy, history repeats itself, and for those of you who chose to ignore its tempo of repetition, you will be swept into the ocean of judgement by the storms of democratisation that are coming at you.
You do not deserve a morsel of sympathy. You are part of a gang that is fighting over loot being shared from proceeds of land expropriation. When MDC activists are tortured and their huts burned, the very police that ‘saved’ you from being lynched complain that they have no transport.
More often than not, commercial farmers pleaded with them in the face of harassment from the very same people who are dancing at your gate. Alas, they refused to respond claiming it was too political. By the way, is it one of you who once said the late founder of ZANU, Ndabaningi Sithole deserved everything thrown at him because politics is a dirty game? Now let’s see how your motherly touch can clean your political laundry in public. May the best farm looter win!
I would like, Tracy, to conclude my letter in a positive way. The very same press that your people have so much vilified berated and at times, bombed is one that is placing your plight on the front page. How much more democratic can they be! I even heard your pleas on ‘pirate radio stations’. Oh, how I wish to have a man-to-woman discussion with you on air. I can truly and effectively expose your double standards!
Regrettably yours,
Rejoice Ngwenya
