Now we see it clearly. Completely. Undeniably. Photographically.
President Cyril Ramaphosa arrived in Zimbabwe..No formal government reception. No Cabinet ministers lining the tarmac. No official state protocol.
Straight from Pretoria to Precabe Farm Welcomed not by the Vice President. Not by the Foreign Affairs Minister. Not by any constitutionally appointed government official.
But by the corrupt elite.Tagwirei and his cartel. In their private capacity. On a private farm. Conducting private business using a South African president as their prop.
To our fellow South Africans Hear This. You wonder why Zimbabweans flood your borders. Why they sleep under bridges in Johannesburg. Why they queue at Home Affairs in Pretoria. Why they risk xenophobic violence rather than return home.
This is why. Because the system that drives them out just got photographed with the South African president.The corruption that collapses their economy. The constitutional manipulation that extends one man's grip on power. Your president just flew to Zimbabwe and endorsed it. Not with words. With his presence. With his photograph. With his body at Tagwirei's farm table. That photograph tells every Zimbabwean exactly what their suffering is worth to the region's most powerful leader.Nothing.
Zimbabwe is in the middle of a constitutional crisis. CAB3 the Constitutional Amendment Bill designed to extend Mnangagwa's term from 5 years to 7 years is being challenged in the Constitutional Court.Section 328(7) stands as a constitutional firewall against this manipulation. The people are resisting. The courts are engaged. The war veterans are watching.
And into this moment Ramaphosa arrives.Not to support constitutional democracy Not to stand with the people of Zimbabwe. Not to defend the regional principle that term limits are sacre .But to sit at the farm of the man financing the term extension
That is not a state visit. That is an endorsement..To the People of South Africa. Your president Ramaphosa did not go to Zimbabwe for you.
He did not go for SADC solidarity. He did not go for bilateral trade that benefits ordinary South Africans. He did not go to strengthen democratic norms in the region.He went for Mnangagwa and his cartel Tagwirei.
And in going for criminal Tagwirei he went against every Zimbabwean sleeping rough in Johannesburg tonight. Against every Zimbabwean mother who sent her child across the Limpopo because there was nothing left at home. Against every Zimbabwean who believed that South Africa Mandela's South Africa stood for something beyond the interests of the powerful.
South African Parliament must ask questions. Civil society must demand answers. The ANC's own membership who fought apartheid for democratic principles must look at what their president did at Precabe Farm and ask Is this what we bled for?
SADC has guidelines on democracy and elections. The African Union has charters on constitutional governance. The region has repeatedly at least rhetorically affirmed that term limit manipulation is a threat to African democratic progress.And then Ramaphosa sits at Precabe Mnangagwa's farm.
While Mnangagwa uses that visit those photographs that proximity to tell Zimbabweans "The region endorses me. Africa endorses me. Your resistance is futile." That is what this visit has been weaponised to say. And Ramaphosa whether he intended it or not has handed Mnangagwa and Tagwirei exactly the ammunition they needed.Zimbabweans will continue flooding into South Africa.
Not because they want to. Not because they prefer Johannesburg streets to Harare homes.But because the system that expelled them just got photographed with the South African president.
Retired Lieutenant General Winston Sigauke Mapuranga.
Dear Zimbabweans,
This is your favourite Cde Sister Kerina Mujati. Please follow me on this backup account as well, there are ongoing efforts to silence my voice by reporting my other social media pages, including my Main Facebook Profile.
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Together, we stand strong.
@TawaazShuman@DougColtart@PoliceZimbabwe Stop being racist you dunderhead. We Zimbabweans we are all over the world as economic refugees and we do not like be called names.@DougColtart he is a Zimbabwean by birth and he is just one of us.
I will be brief today. Not because this subject does not deserve length it deserves volumes but because the truth I am about to state is simple enough that elaboration risks diluting it. The liberation struggle was fought for exactly two reasons. Not ten. Not twenty. Not the elaborate governance philosophies that politicians retrofit onto history to justify their current agendas.Two reasons. Only two.
First — the land.
Second — the right to remove unqualified and failed leaders by direct popular vote.
That is it. That is the complete and unabridged covenant that the freedom fighters signed with their blood in the forests of Mozambique, the training camps of Zambia, and the operational areas of this beloved country. Every man and woman who died in that struggle died for one or both of those two things. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Now look at what is being done to both of them. Look carefully and look honestly.
The land question the primary, foundational, blood-sanctified reason that the liberation struggle was fought is now being administered through a land tenure programme with the fingerprints of Kudakwashe Tagwirei all over it.
I want every Zimbabwean who has ever visited the grave of a liberation fighter to sit with that sentence.
Kudakwashe Tagwirei is not a government official. He holds no constitutional mandate. He was not elected by anyone. He was not deployed by any legitimate state structure to administer the land of Zimbabwe. He is a criminal politically connected, internationally sanctioned businessman who has somehow found himself at the centre of a programme that touches the most sacred material inheritance of the liberation struggle.
The freedom fighters did not die so that the land of Zimbabwe could be processed through the business interests of a private individual whose primary qualification appears to be his proximity to political power and his willingness to use that proximity for personal accumulation.
They died so that the land would belong to the people. To the communal farmer. To the war veteran. To the rural family whose ancestors were dispossessed by colonial force. To the Zimbabwean citizen every Zimbabwean citizen as a birthright rather than a political favour. What is happening with land tenure today is not what was fought for. It is a privatisation of the liberation struggle's most fundamental promise. And it is being done not by a constitutional officer accountable to the people but by a private businessman accountable to nobody but himself and his political patrons.This is a betrayal of the first reason our comrades died.
And now as if the land betrayal were not enough they are coming for the second reason.The right to vote. Directly. Personally. Every Zimbabwean citizen, one person one vote, choosing their own President and removing the unqualified and the failed from office through the simple, sacred, hard-won mechanism of the direct popular ballot.
Constitutional Amendment Bill No. 3 proposes to take that right that liberation-purchased, constitutionally enshrined, personally meaningful right and transfer it to a parliament. To Members of Parliament who are themselves subject to every pressure, every patronage dynamic, and every factional manipulation that Zimbabwe's political system currently generates.
Under CAB3, if your President is unqualified if he has failed you, failed your family, failed your community, failed your nation you will no longer have the direct power to remove him. That power will reside in a parliamentary chamber whose composition is controlled by the very political machinery that produced the failed President in the first place.
A Zimbabwean Ndebele chief from Nkayi, Chief Dakamela received a virgin royal wife as a gift from the Ndebele Manala-Mgibe Royal Family of Mpumalanga province in South Africa.
The Day and the Moment I Will Never Forget. I remember it as though it were yesterday. The morning of November 15, 2017. The tanks rolling through the streets of Harare before dawn. The announcement on ZBC. The extraordinary spectacle of soldiers in uniform telling a nation that what it was witnessing was not a coup that this was an intervention, a corrective measure, a rescue operation mounted in defence of Zimbabwe's democratic values and constitutional order.
We were told and I was among those who listened that the old man had surrounded himself with criminals. That he had been captured by a cabal of opportunists masquerading as a liberation family. That the G40 faction had hijacked the party and was steering the country toward a dynasty a political inheritance that would hand Zimbabwe to a woman who had never carried a rifle, never slept in the trenches of the liberation struggle, never bled for this soil.
We were told Mugabe had created a dynasty. We were lied to. What followed was a far more dangerous dynasty one wearing the uniform of liberation.
These were the justifications handed to us. And many of us patriots, soldiers, citizens who had given our lives to the idea of Zimbabwe we accepted them. Some of us gave them our quiet approval. Some gave more than that. History will record what each person did in those hours.
I will not pretend. The lies of November 2017 did not arrive as obvious deceptions. They came dressed in the language of rescue. They came wearing the faces of men we had trusted, men we had served alongside, men who invoked the blood of Chimurenga as moral authority for what they were doing. And in that moment of confusion, of relief at the removal of a man who had truly outlived his mandate, many of us lowered our guard. That was our mistake. And Zimbabwe is still paying for it.
I say this not as a political opponent. I say this as a soldier who served this country, as a man who watched the liberation generation promise something to the people of Zimbabwe that has now been systematically dismantled. I say this because silence, at this hour, would be complicity. This is not a statement I make lightly, and it is not one born of personal grievance. It is a conclusion reached after careful and painful observation of what has happened to this country in the years since November 2017. Under Mugabe, there was at least the architecture of contestation. There was opposition. There was a Supreme Court that occasionally surprised you. There were spaces however narrow where voices different from the official line could still be heard. Mugabe was a tyrant, but he was a tyrant who operated within recognisable political structures that could, in theory, be challenged.
What President Mnangagwa has constructed is different in character and more insidious in method. He has not merely continued the abuses of the Mugabe era he has refined them, professionalised them, and dressed them in the language of a new dispensation that was always a fiction. The open-for-business mantra was a marketing exercise for foreign audiences while the domestic reality became one of narrowing space, manufactured consensus, and the weaponisation of poverty.
I have watched as elderly war veterans men and women who buried their youth in the forests of Mozambique and Zambia, who returned to Zimbabwe with nothing but the clothes on their backs and the revolution in their hearts have been reduced to props. They are bussed to rallies. They are fed. They are photographed in their regalia. And then they are returned to their poverty, their pensions unpaid, their ailments untreated, their dignity expendable.This is what the revolution has become under President Emmerson Mnangagwa.
The Day and the Moment I Will Never Forget. I remember it as though it were yesterday. The morning of November 15, 2017. The tanks rolling through the streets of Harare before dawn. The announcement on ZBC. The extraordinary spectacle of soldiers in uniform telling a nation that what it was witnessing was not a coup that this was an intervention, a corrective measure, a rescue operation mounted in defence of Zimbabwe's democratic values and constitutional order.
We were told and I was among those who listened that the old man had surrounded himself with criminals. That he had been captured by a cabal of opportunists masquerading as a liberation family. That the G40 faction had hijacked the party and was steering the country toward a dynasty a political inheritance that would hand Zimbabwe to a woman who had never carried a rifle, never slept in the trenches of the liberation struggle, never bled for this soil.
We were told Mugabe had created a dynasty. We were lied to. What followed was a far more dangerous dynasty one wearing the uniform of liberation.
These were the justifications handed to us. And many of us patriots, soldiers, citizens who had given our lives to the idea of Zimbabwe we accepted them. Some of us gave them our quiet approval. Some gave more than that. History will record what each person did in those hours.
I will not pretend. The lies of November 2017 did not arrive as obvious deceptions. They came dressed in the language of rescue. They came wearing the faces of men we had trusted, men we had served alongside, men who invoked the blood of Chimurenga as moral authority for what they were doing. And in that moment of confusion, of relief at the removal of a man who had truly outlived his mandate, many of us lowered our guard. That was our mistake. And Zimbabwe is still paying for it.
I say this not as a political opponent. I say this as a soldier who served this country, as a man who watched the liberation generation promise something to the people of Zimbabwe that has now been systematically dismantled. I say this because silence, at this hour, would be complicity. This is not a statement I make lightly, and it is not one born of personal grievance. It is a conclusion reached after careful and painful observation of what has happened to this country in the years since November 2017. Under Mugabe, there was at least the architecture of contestation. There was opposition. There was a Supreme Court that occasionally surprised you. There were spaces however narrow where voices different from the official line could still be heard. Mugabe was a tyrant, but he was a tyrant who operated within recognisable political structures that could, in theory, be challenged.
What President Mnangagwa has constructed is different in character and more insidious in method. He has not merely continued the abuses of the Mugabe era he has refined them, professionalised them, and dressed them in the language of a new dispensation that was always a fiction. The open-for-business mantra was a marketing exercise for foreign audiences while the domestic reality became one of narrowing space, manufactured consensus, and the weaponisation of poverty.
I have watched as elderly war veterans men and women who buried their youth in the forests of Mozambique and Zambia, who returned to Zimbabwe with nothing but the clothes on their backs and the revolution in their hearts have been reduced to props. They are bussed to rallies. They are fed. They are photographed in their regalia. And then they are returned to their poverty, their pensions unpaid, their ailments untreated, their dignity expendable.This is what the revolution has become under President Emmerson Mnangagwa.