THE woman who had been beaten-up by her friend’s housemaid had welcomed the diversion brought by the news that her friend was missing.
The diversion adjourned the answer to her husband’s question: “Please give me your own definition of human or women’s rights.”
She dialed a number, waited a moment and then said: “Manheru. Nhai ndiri kutsvagawo Nakai, have you seen her?”
She listened and then said: “But did you see her kumarch?”
The husband recognised the gimmick and let loose enough rope for suicide.
She dialed another number, waited a little and then said: “Yes mai Mhoze ….’
In the middle of the conversation, she rose to go to the kitchen and the phone she was speaking into rang.
She sank back into the sofa, her eyes wide open.
The husband said: “It’s okay. I knew you were talking to yourself because there was no-one on the other end. But this one is for real. Go ahead and answer it. And please be real for once in your life.”
In the early evening, a stick of armed men of peace stopped to get directions from a man watering a bed of freshly planted vegetables.
The leader joked: “Inhamo yemuriwoka iyi?” 
The gardener timidly replied: “It’s survival.”
Another man of peace asked to drink from the gardener’s hose and while at it, he noticed that a pick and a shovel in the rectangular block of light cast from the window showed two colours of earth.
The leading man of peace noticed it too and reached for the shovel, offered it to one of his men with instructions to scoop the middle of the vegetable bed.
The gardener went down on his knees and implored: “Please comrades. Please try to understand.”
“Try to understand what? Is there a problem?”
With the sole of his six-star boot, the man of peace drove the shovel into the soft earth and hit something hard. He cleared the earth and uncovered a box.
The gardener pleaded: “Please macomrades. Please understand. Times are hard. Besides, everybody was taking and I also took.”
The troop leader said: “Yes, we understand mudhara. We need you to identify your friends as well as the people you stole from so that you can return the stuff.”
Another man of peace jokingly said: “It is only fair that the owner should know the good neighbours who had taken his groceries for safe-keeping from the peaceful demonstrators.”
“Please, don’t beat me up and I will tell you everything. I will tell you everyone involved. But the tuckshops are no longer there. They were burnt down.”
The knowledgeable stranger who had saved the homosexuals from the beating of their lives without their knowing it got to the office of the man whose wife had refused to be touched shortly after the street dweller with a head as dirty as a public toilet mop and the greasy woman called Nyarai.
They were reviewing the violent peaceful demo and the knowledgeable stranger was insisting that two of the people he saw on one street could not have been shot by the armed men of peace.
He said he had been among the last to turn into that street and he had done so ahead of the gunners the marchers were running from.
They had found those casualties already down meaning kuti they had already been taken down by someone anticipating that the gunners would come that way and fit the blame. 
The street dweller had taken off his public toilet mop and gnarled nicotine-stained dentures and was regaling his enchanted audience with his escapades, especially with the images of God.
His observation was that Christianity had been developed into a formidable firewall against African self-determination through self-knowledge.
African Christians zealously wanted to know nothing about their own past as an indispensable first step to self-determination.
He said: “You should have seen how they zealously called holy ghost fire to bind and burn down mweya yemadzitateguru who died in defending their heritage from Christians. You should have seen how they gloried in the bliss of ignorance of how the wealth of the poor forefathers had been confiscated by force of arms by those who assigned madzibaba matsva kwavari in the persons of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.”
The knowledgeable stranger said: “But it would be wrong for our intelligence to rubbish all those marchers as misguided miscreants. There were many among them who just had the misjudgment to use the wrong platform to air their grievances. When I was coming to work, I saw traffic police bikers collecting money from unlicensed kombis. And where I come from, it is months since I saw a refuse truck collecting garbage but we pay for the service. It is weeks since we had water but we pay for it too.”
The greasy woman called Nyarai added: “What I noted in all this confusion is that our problems cannot be solved by party politics or religion. What we have on our hands is a mindset problem. The thief has no political party. I am yet to see a corrupt leader who steals in order to boost government or party coffers. I am yet to see a man of God who steals to give to the poor.”
The man whose wife had refused to be touched chuckled and said: “I hear you. It is a mindset that starts right in the home where there are no political parties. In my own home, I cannot watch news or documentaries on TV. The family TV is monopolised by a wife and children who watch Telemundo, Zeeworld, Kardashians, WWE and Spiderman. I cannot play my own roots music because they prefer gospel. I cannot talk about our history because ndezvemweya yemadzinza inozokanganisa magariro edu. And, it is such a wife and children who respond to calls for demonstrations without an informed background to the issues they want to demonstrate against.”
Nyarai said: “Exactly what I was trying to say. We must find a way of changing a mindset that is haphazard mainly because it is informed by ignorance. A haphazard mindset is that way because it lacks the ideological consistencies that lead to the stability that is necessary to anchor development. A case in point is where black Zimbabweans go to America and find white Americans killing black people and still proceed to invite the same white killers to impose sanctions that kill more black people back home. There is a failure to recognise that the white supremacist mindset that oppressed black people for over five centuries in America cannot empower the black people who survived abduction from Africa. The same haphazard mindset makes party cadres condone corruption because the criminals are fellow cadres. It doesn’t matter to the cadres that the corruption affects them too.” 
The knowledgeable stranger took over from Nyarai and said: “The same haphazard mindset makes opposition leadership defend homosexuality as a human right while rejecting land as a human right. 
“There is a pathetic failure to recognise that homosexuality presupposes human extinction and that human extinction does not suggest human rights. 
“There is the equally tragic failure to recognise that land rights suggest human life and human life suggests human rights. 
“And there is a worse failure to connect homosexuality to the depopulation of Africa through sponsored civil war, manufactured disease and abortion rights and other forms of birth control.” 
And in the same space Kagame said: “They are up there in the north and they keep pointing fingers at those of us and think we have no values and we are just there … we don’t respect freedoms; we don’t respect human rights …? 
BBC: “You think so?” 
“You take time … You broadcast from morning to evening. This is literally just abusing people.” 
BBC: “You are abusing Rwandans.” 
“You are abusing Africans.” 
Values … values …values …?
What values do you know my dear sister on behalf of BBC?”
And in the same space, Robert Mugabe said: “Let our Africans come first in the development of Africa. Not as puppets. Not as beggars but as a sovereign people.”
This is the last installment of the series.