Who has, tell me? What is there to write?
That we are sitting by our huts, following the movement of the sun like Lizards? That we are clutching to our radios, waiting to hear how the elections did in fact turn out?
Are you waiting to hear me say if we had not split our votes we could have made a big difference in the parliamentaries, that the MDC, by hook or by crook is the voice of change?
Are you waiting for me to tell you that we will be forced to eat the dispeakable because our mouths, forever hungry, have respected custom and failed to talk?
Will I write about the man from up the hill, who, hearing things aclutter, thought it best to mobilize hoards of people to terrorize communities.
We will not grow out of our bane by hoarding empty rhetoric. Mugabe spoke, Mugabe continues to speak.
All we can do is watch him kill our very dreams in our sleep... :-(
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