Fare Thee Well, ex-Comrade Bob

One of the people I love to hate is Zimbabwean president Robert Mugabe. I hate him because his stubbornness has displaced millions of people. When a bird builds a nest it does so with the purpose of living in it, raising its offspring and one day dismantling it as it exodes for greener pastures. No bird ever builds a nest with the belief that some bigger bird will come and mess it up, let alone a human being coming to cut down the tree at which the nest is situated.

So, the reason why I dislike ex-Comrade Bob is that he caused the meltdown that has engulfed Zim for the past fourteen years. He has done so because he is power hungry. He needs all the power he can master to shrug off an investigation into the Gukurahundzvi of the 1980s whereby tens of thousands of isiNdebele speaking Zimbabweans were massacared for political expediency. Of course beloved Britain went on to confer a doctorate on Bob after that, showing that they don't give two farts about the lives of darkies.

But then I have also been wondering that; without the massacres that took place would the situation have been different? Like, would Mugabe have found it easy to hand over the reigns of power to someone more pragmatic? I hear from my intelligence sources that there's a dossier thicker than the one the NPA had on Jacob Zuma profiling the atrocities of the Mugabe regime and pinpointing the perpetrators in the Zim Central Intelligence Organisation, Zim Army, Police, Paramilitary and other security apparatus.

They say it's somewhere in Harare, waiting for the day the Mugabe jet flies out of Zim and never to return and then mass arrests will start. Of course the army generals will threaten a coup forgetting that it's the corporals who have to fight. The corporals, according to information I have, have lost appetite for violence. So, if Charles Taylor was never handed over to the ICJ by Nigeria two years ago, Uncle Bob would have retreated to Morningside (Sandton) and found asylum in the comfort of other dictators hiding in this leafy part of town.

Thus, before I tell you more politics than cornflakes here's a funny thought I had as I put on extra jerseys to combat the cold. What would happen if seasons were as stubborn as Mugabe? If when it's time for Summer to come Spring just decides to hang on a little bit longer and the rains pour down throught out the festive season? Wouldn't we complain? I guess we will. So, for my beloved-hated Uncle Robert, why can't he just act like Winter when Spring comes; just fade and allow others to show they can do better - maybe the same goes for the ANC - maybe not, hahaha!