I hear Mnangagwa's crowd started the Kasukuwere-is-our-saviour kerfuffle as a psychological operation gig designed to nettle Nelson Chamisa their archnemesis. Funnily, some of the Varakashi are using this as a convenient channel through which to express their frustration with Mnangagwa's floundering and foundering leadership as they stampede towards Saviour Kasukuwere. They remind me of the folktale of the mad man who went to fetch water at a communal well.
Upon arriving at the scene, there was a long queue, which clearly was not to the liking of the mad one. Smiling, he hatched a clever plan to clear off the crowd from the well. "Paita nhoro yakafa! Paita nhoro yakafa paseri pechikomo icho!" he shouted in great excitement. The gathered would-be-drawers of water did not wait to find further details of the nhoro that the crazy one said was ready for easy picking behind the hill some distance from the well. Easy meat, as is the case with easy solutions like so-called smart coups, can make sane people quickly lose their sanity. So, the crowd made a frenetic stampede for the dead nhoro, kunyama rongondo!
With the queue cleared, the mad man congratulated himself for his elaborate plan to fetch his water unhindered. The only problem was that he was actually a mad man. His mental faculties were never in any proper working order. He watched the mad dash for the dead nhoro, which he knew was a lie. As he watched the seriousness with which the sane ones were running towards the nonexistent dead nhoro, the mad man scratched his heard in great puzzlement before asking himself: "Kamhanyiro karikuitwa nevanhu ava kunotora nyama yenhoro, mukati hachisi chokwadi kuti nhoro yacho iriko iyoyi?" In an instant, he abandoned his water can and ran after the crowd. He had decided he wanted to get his share of the nhoro meat, totally ignoring the fact that he had created the ruse in the first place.
Such allegories are told to kids seated crosslegged, chins comfortably rested palms cupped like chairs with elbows anchored on callow thighs, in array in a horseshoe fashion in front of their storytelling elderly grandmother just after supper in her village hut. They are simple stories. Mad man and sane people running to skin a fictitious nhoro are supposed to remain in the realm of storytelling settings, right? Not so in modern Zimbabwe and its coup-poisoned political environment. Now we are watching Mnangagwa's loonies clamouring for Saviour Kasukuwere as their saviour, totally forgetting this was a lie they had cooked up in the first place. Like the allegorical mentally deranged man, they are believing their own lie and hilariously and simultaneously revealing their growing disenchantment with their patron. It is a case of mad men now fooling themselves, so it seems.
Whatever the truth might be, what does it tell us about Mnangagwa? In my Rozvi opinion, it cannot be good, whichever way you choose to skin this nhoro.
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