It never dawned on me then that time would come when it would be inevitable for me to cry for my beloved country, Zimbabwe.
Political leadership debauchery is a peculiar thread that runs through the history of Zimbabwe, from independence up to now.
Yet, it is a universal norm that whenever an inordinate love of power gets the uppermost hand in public affairs, it causes wanton destruction and injury in its unbridled pursuit to serve itself.
However, with Zimbabwe in a pickle, being an apt picture of misery, it was incumbent upon your leadership to initiate constructive dialogue.
Your temerity to embark on it thrust your Presidency in no man’s land, halfway between wisdom and ignorance similar to where the novel, Cry the Beloved Country, placed me during my formative years.
