Death of Zimbabwe
This weekend a young man was shot and killed by police
in Harare, Zimbabwe. He was on his way to a prayer
meeting. He was committed to joining other Christians
in collective worship for some respite from the
political and economic problems facing his country.
His crime: being an activist for the opposition
Movement for Democratic Change, MDC.
Rest in Peace Gift Tandare. Zorora Murugare.
Today, his family is huddled over the empty breadth
that was his life. His family is mourning the loss of
a son, a child, maybe a father, a brother, definitely
a life. A loved one.
His death is the result of repression. His grave will
be a marker of how rights denied, end.
In Zimbabwe, we live in a country where police run
riot. Where our rights to lawyers and doctors are
denied because certain elements of the state want to
hold on to a kind of power that they can see they no
49 people are being held in police cells across the
country. Many of them are leaders of the opposition
political group, the Movement for Democratic Change.
They have been beaten up. Some of them are in a really
critical way. We are worried about more graves.
20 years ago Robert Mugabe ordered his forces to
murder women, men and children in Matebeleland. I am
reminded of that shameful Gukurahundi past today. A
past that seeks to eliminate difference and
disagreement, rather than harness it for all it is
worth. A past that discards human life as if it were
But Mugabe will not stand alone when the time for
judgement comes, and it shall. All other African
leaders who have applauded his excesses will finally
feel their guilt. Especially you, who had the power to
intervene but chose instead to say Zimbabwe, it’s an
internal issue. Zimbabweans, what are they doing for
My lesson, may we, the Feminists of Zimbabwe, never
let you stand alone in the face of brutality. May we
sing hymns for you loud and proud, for your peace and
freedom. And may we know that we are becasue you are,
so we can be.