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‘We kneel at Chimoio’

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THE brightest and the best we left at Chimoio, Nyadzonia, Mboroma, in the caves and forests of Zimbabwe, Zambia and Mozambique but this week is for those we left at Chimoio.

They gave their all and they lay no claim to anything in Zimbabwe. 

They claim no seats of honour, no positions of privilege, no money and no wealth from this great land which they loved kudakara simba rapera mukufa. 

They willingly and consciously left all behind. 

They forfeited it all so that others could have life, and life in abundance.

In their will, they left all for all Zimbabweans. 

There is no-one they left out of their will. 

What they ask of each one of us is that we should fulfill their will, what they died for, that each Zimbabwean should be taken care of.

Mbuya Nehanda did not bow to the wishes of the armed robbers of her land to save her life. 

She died for the truth that Zimbabwe is hers, thus she left us the greatest heritage, to stand for the truth. 

We are proud heirs of this great heroine.

Our young need to know that it is their proud heritage to love Zimbabwe unto death.

Zimbabwe came into being through selfless dedication. 

It can only make it through selfless dedication. 

That is the script of the ‘Story of Zimbabwe’, nothing else.

Did ever such love and sorrow meet? 

We kneel at Chimoio as if at Calvary. 

After all the jets have gone, the Canberras, the helicopters, after all the wounded have been taken away, after all the dead are buried, what is left, what is the script?

The deep silence that engulfs us as we walk among the ruins, the deep pain and sorrow, the sense of loss, the unbearable sense of loss wrenching the heart in untold pain, the grief… the grief…, you want to break, your body shakes with the effort to contain the emotions, but they come tumbling out. 

The tears too and for a moment, some moments you have to be…but soon, from the depths of your soul, the song cries out:

Mbuya Nehanda kufa vachitaura

Kuti zvino ndofiravo nyika

Shoko rimwe ravakandiudza

Tora gidi uzvitonge…”

You rise from your knees and after putting a handful of soil over the grave, you say goodbye to those rending your heart with their so much love. 

For many this is unbearable. 

You take your gun and with one long last glance at your fallen friends, you slowly walk away…tinofa tichienda kuZimbabwe, kudzamara tinosvika kunaZambezi, kudzamara tinosvika kuZimbabwe.

It is not over; you know deep in your heart, it is not over. 

It was never over when they killed Mbuya Nehanda and so many others. 

It was just the beginning, the beginning of the end, their (Rhodies) end. 

That is why they could never have peace. 

They thought by taking the heads of our spiritual leaders and putting them in a natural history museum, among the fossils of strange animals, they could neutralise the indomitable spirit of black people, but it never worked out that way.

Chimoio constructed the last major bridge to Zimbabwe.

Chimoio was not a loss, it was not in vain. 

Chimoio was not a failure, it brought us so close to home. 

When the enemy does the worst, it is because it fears the worst. Our comrades paid the price to bring us home, to take us home. The enemy never guessed that on the Second Anniversary of Chimoio they would be negotiating terms of surrender from the forces they thought they had vanquished at Chimoio.

They knew our victory was inevitable. 

Whenever they knelt at Cecil John Rhodes’ grave, they no longer were reassured as of old and so they knew it was time, inevitably so. 

And so they responded, with the only language they knew, the crassest cruelty; ‘kill them all, children, little boys and girls, mothers, fathers, fighters, kill them all’. 

By committing the most heinous crime they thought they could prevent our victory, but Chimoio was their undoing. 

There is something they refused to accept; that when you pay for something you get it, when you pay the price you cannot be denied, you cannot be refused your prize; that is natural law, which applies to all peoples across the globe, the law of Musikavanhu. 

Chimoio was the last catastrophic price for Zimbabwe.

Makomuredhi vakazviteura, vakabvuma kuripa mutengo wakakoshesesa kuti vasungure nyika yavo.

As we kneel today at the foot of the Chimoio shrine, let us know this in our hearts: ‘To die for your country is the greatest honour, unsurpassed by anything, to serve your country selflessly is the call to honour those who made this sacred, ultimate sacrifice, it is the only way to be truly Zimbabwean’.

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