Anyone who knows me will notice that I tend to pick up on sometimes random nuances in any given conversation or situation.
Usually this translates to mocking of Shonglish pronunciation (“I am going to bird”) or roaring sarcasm at the idiocy of sports commentary. I even talk like a kid sometimes, just to make my niece sound intelligent.
So I couldn’t help noticing a few things during the now-infamous ‘pact’ signing ceremony at the Sheraton yesterday. One, of course, being the fact that it was held at the Sheraton instead of Zimbabwe House. Hmmm.
“… the president of Zanu-PF party, Comrade Robert Mugabe”.
Well. That’s the first time I’ve ever heard anyone in the MDC call your uncle “Comrade”. Interesting.
On another note, what’s this all about, anyway? People are hailing this as some sort of New Dawn of Hope for Zimbabwe. Really? Surely all they’ve done is agree to talk … haven’t they been talking for three years?
If anything, this all seems awfully familiar, given the events of the eighties and the eventual emasculation and wholesale rapage of a certain vibrant political party?
And does anyone really believe that Some are suddenly willing to make concessions, considering the events of the past four months and Their blatant refusal to either consider the much-vaunted Will of the People, or to put said People before petty personal power-grabbing and partisan political pandering?
Am I alone in being just a leeeetle bit sceptical?
P.S. Shout-out to my nigga Simba Makoni, Crown Prince of Nomansland. How’s the view from the cheap seats?