Dear
MORGAN,
As I write to you, it could be you and Susan are still engrossed in
your artificial glory and relief, overwhelmed by a technical acquittal that does
little to disperse the "sinister cloud" of imminent political failure
hovering above your embattled soul.
It could be your red brigades are floating on borrowed wings; I mean that band of unemployable and uncouth youths you had unleashed into the city centre, seen marauding around your equally run-down Harvest House HQ days before the "Verdict", viciously sneering at anyone passing by, disturbing the usual tranquillity of our working environs.
This has certainly been a welcome change of fortune, albeit ephemeral, for you and your nose-diving political fortunes, especially coming on the backdrop of sobering electoral defeats you suffered in most by-elections.
As the saying goes, it is not over until the fat lady sings, Morgan.
When you awaken from your transient debauchery, you will quickly recoil into your piteous misery as the people of Zimbabwe will be waiting to pass their verdict on you, a verdict we all know will send you and your pretentious bunch at Harvest House to political kingdom come.
Come March 2005, Morgan, there will be no glory but gory defeat to harvest.
However, it is not my intention to throw chilly waters on your little joy here. Have your fun while it still lasts for in the next six months you will be buried under a political avalanche that not even the sophisticated machinations of Blair and Bush will be able to exhume you.
You will be, indeed, very dead, Morgan, more dead than the Muzorewa you were cloned from!
Why and from what logic you decided to nationalise a "treason charge" made possible by your infamy for speaking with your mind shut never ceases to baffle me.
And the usual suspects in the wrongly named independent Press were quick to stroke and stoke your naivety with surprising blind indulgence claiming that Friday the 15th was Zimbabwe’s darkest hour or some such nebulous guttural Kahiya headline implying it was democracy (sic) on trial and not your naivety.
Yet, even your own Secretary-General Welshman Ncube conceded in the High Court that you and your inner circle were naïve in your alleged "blood and money" deal with that Israelite. It serves no purpose to remind you and your ilk that Zimbabwe had a lot of darkest hours including the Nyadzonia, Freedom Camp and Chimoio bombings, to name but just a few.
Nor does it help to remind you and your appendages that democracy has never been on trial in Zimbabwe because it was thoroughly and decisively won in 1980 and the heroes of those epic battles for democracy are none other than the Zanu-PF leadership you and your masters love to hate.
My heart bleeds when I reminisce on the days when you championed the interests of workers, how you used to cause sleepless nights to cut-throat capitalists in industry and commerce in your noble quest to put more bread on the plebs’ tables.
I remember how you would cry loud (and rightly so) against the privatisation of strategic utilities. Such noble issues, such constructive endeavours! What happened to all that, Morgan? You decided to sacrifice workers’ interests on the wooden platter of your egoistic political dream, a dream that seems to increasingly dissipate beyond the yawning blue sky with each day.
Having watched you grow in stature from an obscure secretary-general of the now structurally defunct and voiceless Zimbabwe Congress of Trade Unions, it will be difficult to opine in absolute terms that you are the master and captain of your own political voyage.
To whom the captain’s cap of your nefarious political escapade belongs is now a moot point, adequately summarised in Tony Blair’s confessional utterances and insidious mannerism in the public international arena such as so-called Blair’s Africa Commission, another of Blair’s desperate but subterranean attempts to tilt the political scales in your favour.
Some people would like to follow the general misconception that prostitution is the oldest profession when, in fact, politics is the first specialisation mankind has indulged his ego in.
It is the nastiest and dirtiest profession, where names are discarded as fast as they are nominated. The political scales of an individual often rise meteorically but, alas, the fall is more often than not piteous and disgraceful. Very few individuals get into politics and come our clean with their conscience intact.
Naivety has no place in politics, Morgan, and it was your political naivety that was on trial on Friday the 15th.
This renowned incongruity between your mouth and that grey matter between your ears will live to haunt you again in the next trial because again you "barked" without first thinking in that monumental and mortal flop you comically dubbed Final Push!
Where you have conjured the idea of democracy being obtained by physical pushes, whether preliminary or final, is inconceivable.
Now you are planning to employ your boycott politics in an attempt to deny the people a chance to condemn you loudly for the world to see what a political turncoat you are.
Politics is said to be dirty because in all political tackles it is the poor, innocent and defenceless who are trampled on. Ordinary people always suffer when political feuds ensue and Zimbabwe in an interesting case study, Morgan.
The opposition camp you lead and all its network of foreign-funded proxies is currently engaged in mercenary politics where the end result must be attained by any means necessary even if it means baying for sanctions, isolation and economic embargoes resulting in mass starvation and shortages.
All for the love of State House and the mouth-watering benefits that come with being the First Family!
You wish the fuel queues and black market could resurface to 2003 levels. You wish all the efforts by dedicated patriots like Dr Gono, who spend sleepless nights on their feet to revive the fortunes of this country, should come to naught.
In short, you wish doom for your motherland, Morgan. If South African President Thabo Mbeki closes his trade roots, orders Eskom to pull the plug and throw us into a blackout, the queues, food shortages and all the ills of isolation will be felt more by the ordinary people.
What happened to workers interests’ nhai, Morgan? Whose salaries are amputated beyond reliable sustenance by hyper-inflation as you and your proxies paint your own country with a filthy brush and discourage our trading partners from doing business with us? You do not solve a family feud by torching the family home, Morgan. No wonder your village mates in Buhera sent you flooring on your good looks in the 2000 polls.
You are sell-out, Morgan. Your reputation precedes you and your infamous defection from the liberation struggle is prima-facie evidence. Do the noble thing and resign from your rudderless and radar-less politics.
Most Zimbabweans, including thousands who blindly voted for you in 2000, have awakened to the hypocrisy of your destructive politics.
Bikita, Lupane, Zengeza plus the walk-over bonuses of Seke and Masvingo South, the truth can never be so concrete. The real guillotine is coming, Morgan, so do the noble thing and resign.
It is a more dignified exit!
Yours truly
The Pan African.
Harare.