Strange how it’s okay to extract the president of a self-governing country if the country has large oil reserves. If Zimbabwe today discovered significant oil reserves beneath its soil, other concerned nations would hurry to liberate the people of Zimbabwe. Until then, who cares?
Watch this amazing video on YouTube. If you’re not into politics, watch it for the gorgeous interior design. And if you think that somebody, somewhere, should do something to help the people of Zimbabwe who suffer under the rule of a tyrant (am I allowed to say that here?), watch this! Hint! All links lead to the same video, but you may want to watch it more than once :-).
Zimbabwe president Robert Mugabe, who last year became the world’s oldest head of state, recently celebrated turning 92 with an estimated $1 million dollar bash, broadcast live on local television. Organizers said that 50,000 people attended the party, which was held in a large tent at the Great Zimbabwe ruins in Masvingo, a Unesco world […]
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Well, that got your attention, did’t it? It got your attention because a good proportion of people are hoping that the Excellency, the Right Honourable, the President of South Africa will do the honourable thing and resign. From Parliamentary sessions we have witnessed that a number of his peers have accused the Honourable President of not being honourable in his behaviour. Therefore why would we believe that this could happen unless for an epiphany.
Nonetheless, if we do express our concerns and disapproval of having a president who puts himself above the constitution – we may very well import Robert Mugabe?
That’s not very high up on the list, Mister President. Somewhere between the Voortrekker Monument being the TRUE site of the 1820 alien invasion that saw the arrival of the first white South Africans (who were actually from Planet Bollie-Wood) and the rumour (strictly speaking — not a conspiracy) that Jacob Zuma is not paying back the money because it would empty the state coffers and drive the rand even further down a Barberton shaft, which ought to be renamed Lilypit. And who knows how long it will languish there…
But that is a rumour, so please don’t quote me on it.
So, if conspiracy theories are, as some claim, smoke where there is in fact real flames (it’s just a case of the smoke being so thick you cannot see the flames, cough!), then Robert Mugabe is one lucky soul to have survived so long. From MI5 to opposition party leaders to members of his own family to people who want his wife’s dairy – they have all been accused of wanting him dead.
I think there is in fact a conspiracy to keep him alive. After all, he is 90 years old, and the life expectancy of a Zimbabwe male is 57.25 years. I don’t know how to put that into a neat mathematical number, but it must be significant. But I can emphatically state that he has been alive more than 50% longer than the men in his country. Then it must be true that some force is trying to keep him breathing. Perhaps it is because Zimbabwe would thrive after his demise and South Africa would no longer be the money machine that presides over the southern tip of the continent. No, that doesn’t even make sense, so we can’t keep that theory.
Why is a third force, a mysterious and diabolical power, trying to keep Robert Mugabe alive when the rest of the world purportedly wants him dead? It must be alien, methinks! Who else could prevail against the combined power of MI5 and Grace Mugabe’s competition who want her dairy to fail?
Long live Bob!
Writers have to be focussed, churn out at least one blog a week, spurn writer’s block, still make a living while writing, and… oh, I forget the rest!
I think I am okay with spurning writer’s block and eking out a living while writing (‘making a living’ is stretching the truth somewhat, even for someone who is energised by fabricating lies and calling it fiction). But the remaining items in the above list are as far from me as my first book is from the NY Bestsellers List. But that’s okay, I tell myself, because I am still a writer. I write everyday, whether I feel like it or not. And that’s no big deal, because I always feel like it.
So, she says, finally getting to the point… With Scarlatti done and dusted and awaiting greatness (and suitably impressed publishers), I feverishly began the sequel, Blackbourne. All was proceeding according to plan (pantser style), and then it happened: a detour loomed ahead in my brain. I was adamant I would not be side-tracked, distracted, or whatever else writers are accused of when they dump one book (in this case, most definitely temporarily), in favour of another nagging idea. Let’s face it, how do you know if the story that is just a twinkle in your eye (as opposed to the real words of Current Project before you) is any good unless you follow the trail of neuronal breadcrumbs that the birds might steal while you sleep (or, ahem, write something else).
And the twinkle grew until it was a searchlight backed by a bullhorn. So, I am blameless if I cannot focus on Blackbourne anymore. I have every right, nay, duty, to preserve my sanity. Killbob.com is a jaunt through African politics and human rights and what ifs. If that sounds clever and important, you’ve been misled.
Killbob.com was first attempted last year, but it was not its time, as the stewing process that precedes my books was not yet complete. However, when I picked up my pen again (after trashing everything else I had written in a previous manuscript), the story had spawned a life of its own. The previous attempt had not left a story filling my brain. But, now normality has moved out to make way for things that should be unthinkable.
For instance, should anyone assassinate a tyrannical leader to save a nation? Is it morally reprehensible (as I suspect) or is it a good deed? That is the basic thought behind the story of killbob.com. Would the international community be prepared to pay some kind soul to bump off a political wart that just won’t disappear, no matter how many times you blow it to the moon and wish it away?
Sounds like serious stuff, right? But three sisters in killbob.com rise to the challenge, in a manner of speaking. Actually, a couple of bottles of wine land them in some deep dung and they are too scared to backtrack, in case they get into other kinds of trouble — including fraud. So they embark on an adventure that they are not prepared for.
Then there’s Androcles, the five-year old Zimbabwean boy whose dying mother (the last adult in the remote village) says that she prayed to God, and a man is coming to help to take her son to safety, beyond the dangers of the village that is run by desperate and dangerous children. Who is this educated old man, Freeman? I asked myself the same question for a couple of days as I wrote him in, and I was surprised and delighted at the answer.
Enter Zimbabwe, a beautiful country filled with beautiful, friendly people and amazing landscape. I know this from experience. But I do not know as much as I should about the complex political situation. And this is where I plan to, finally, put blogging to good use. I want to find out as much as I can about Zimbabwe, and then to chew my cud (I hope that animal-husbandry terminology is correct) publicly on my blog. Hopefully one or two of you will correct me where I am wrong, or cheer me on when I get it almost right.
Regardless, thank you for reading this far. Hopefully I’ll see you around in the coming weeks. And I pray that Robert Mugabe lives at least until I finish the book. After all, he is already 90 years old, and completing the book after his death will seem stoopid, at the very least.
Long live Bob!!