Journal September 05
I have been remiss in the pursuance of my journal. Many days I tell myself it is time to record impressions and events and then depression or inertia or the ever-present albatross of my manuscript intrudes. But I have just been away to RSA to fetch J, see B and recharge the batteries, so it is time to renew my jottings.
The journey down was perforce alone. As I have recorded before, a good
part of my life has been spent alone behind the wheel of various land rovers,
humming along through the long stretches of
The men were on an island in the river too far away to communicate with above the roar of the river. So P W, the Member-in Charge of BSAP Chivi, and I decided we needed to get closer to them. P had brought a long and heavy hemp rope with us and this we tied around my waste with P belaying me at the other end. In my underpants I waded into the rushing river and swam out as far as I could, landing on a large rock about half way to the stranded victims of the flood. From here I could just manage to make vocal contact. The small gathering of spectators were enthralled with the spectacle of their DC, in a pair of drooping underpants, and not a little curious as to his more than usual eccentricity. They assured me they were quite safe, had lots of food and was it fish I was after as they had more than enough to spare. They could do with a few women to tide them over the next few days but otherwise were self-sufficient. How was I proposing to get back to the main bank? A good question! This was achieved with some difficulty. I am a very strong swimmer but it still needed all P’s strength pulling on the rope to land my gasping body back on terra firma.
Like all sensible persons we made immediate tracks for the Rhino Hotel, the small pub on the Nuanetsi bank of the Runde. In a pair of wet, mud spattered shorts, a damp shirt, vellies and no socks I was sartorially unremarkable. I had no underpants, to be sure, as they had been ripped off me by the current, but no one but P knew or was interested in this fact. P’s grey shirt and khaki shorts would certainly not have qualified him for stickman on early morning parade. He looked more like a bedraggled postman in a thunderstorm. (It had been raining throughout our little escapade.) Thus we entered the bar.
Garth R (he of rugby three-quarter fame) was behind the counter in the bar reading a comic book. He served us without comment and returned to Superman, more interesting by far than two customers with a thirst. His father came in a few minutes later and in a rare moment of sobriety asked us if we had got wet! The only person who did remark on our appearance was a South African tourist who said in a voice loud enough for us to hear that people like us should not be allowed into a respectable hotel. This reduced P and I to adolescent snuffles of laughter. Every year, the DC sitting as the licensing authority, renewed the hotel’s licence on the recommendation of the Member in charge!
The Bubi, where J and I always stop and spend the night, always puts me
in mind of a trip I made fifty years ago in the first of all land rovers owned
by the family- the short wheel base series one my father brought back from a
trip to UK and one of the first to be seen in the Colony. I was accompanied by
one P Pr. He was to be best man at R’s wedding in
We stopped for the night at Bubi, camping on the side of the road opposite the hotel. P had never camped before. He was a city boy to the core. I had been camping all my life. When one travelled, one slept by the road side. Towards evening the desturi (custom Sw.) was to start looking out for a suitable spot where there were few people, a bit of shade and a rock or bush or two for seclusion. (Bubi had none of these but it had a pub over the road where cold beer was available and thus made up for the other camping spot deficiencies.) The wonder of those days was that you could pull off the road anywhere to make camp. There were no fences – or if there were there was often a convenient gate – and of course far fewer people. Best of all the threat of being robbed or assaulted was non-existent. So P Pr and I simply pulled a hundred yards off the road onto the banks of the Bubi and lit a fire. We walked over and had a beer or two in the bar, then strolled back, cooked up a mess of bully and beans, rolled up in blanket and went to sleep. Or rather I did. P it seems was a little less at home with this procedure and confessed afterwards to lying awake for what seemed hours trying to adjust to the hard ground, the odd crawling insect or arachnid invasion of his blankets, the silence and the huge sky seen through the canopy of the Acacia alibida under which we lay.
I was woken some time later by someone shaking me violently. P loomed over me his face a study in concern.
“What’s that?” he hissed.
“What’s what?” I retorted.
“That noise””
”What noise?
You did’nt hear it?”
“No!”
“Jesus! It was enough to wake the dead. Sounded like a lion roaring. Was it a lion? I’m sure it was a lion.”
“Dunno. Maybe!”
“Wake up! We have to get out of here.”
“If it was a lion roaring it means its eaten. Go to sleep.”
“HEHAW”.
(Why is the donkey’s bray depicted as heehaw? In my experience they say AHW HIHOHIHOHIHO!)
Pete’s lion brayed forth his indignant opinion of the way the world treated donkeys in general and him in particular. He was standing in the moonlight a few feet away and indeed made a loud contribution to the night noises around us.
“Peter. Is that your noise?”
”Yes.”
“It’s a donkey. Go to sleep!”
“Oh! Well it sounded carnivorous to me! Sorry.”
And some time later.
“Is that you laughing? It’s all very well for you. I am not a bloody savage - and a little more sympathy would be appreciated.”
Back in the present, I slept the night at the hotel.
Being alone I spent some time in the bar which I shared with two men from Chinhoyi and a nameless South African going home from a holiday at Kariba. It was a convivial evening and we were rather late going in to dinner of eland steaks so big they almost covered the entire dinner plate. After dinner one of my new friends disappeared to go the filling station for diesel. I asked him if there was diesel at the Mobil garage over the river and he said, no, this was a spot under some trees about three K.s up the road. Mystified I said no more and joined my other friend for a nightcap in the bar. A few minutes later our companion was back swearing fluently. His filling station had been compromised, he thought. There was no inviting fire, not figures rising to greet his approaching car. Instead there had been a mystery car parked off the road. “Bloody CIO or cops,” he ventured. “So I just turned round and came back.”
It seems the long distance hauliers drop off diesel to their friends at
pre-arranged spots for them to sell to travellers in the know. My new friend was
one such and had left five zvigubu (debis, jerry cans) against his
return. He lamented on about the
unsporting behaviour of the law enforcers and downed a whisky. I went to bed as
I wanted to be away early in the morning. As I wandered off to my room I
reflected on his strange performance. The government has relaxed customs duty on
fuel. It is quite legal to bring in up to 2000 litres of fuel duty free. My
friend, in common with all our kind, much preferred to obtain his in this cloak
and dagger fashion. Since 1965, I mused, we have become accustomed to this
rather cavalier and swashbuckling approach to business and life in general. As
one of them said in the bar apropos spending a few days in
“Its bloody violent and full of villains. But otherwise its too easy. I
would get bored. Here we have to make a plan every day.” To which his mate
replied:
”Hundred! Like tonight! See what I mean? What, what,
what!”
To those not familiar with the current vernacular. “Hundred” means hundred percent. It can be used to denote total agreement, to proclaim the veracity of your own statement etc. “See what I mean.” Can be used in any shape or form, as an adjectival or adverbial phrase or as an interrogative – or simply as a comma or full stop. “What, what, what” said very rapidly is a sort of exclamation mark, or a phrase used to replace a word not readily to hand.
The Lion and Elephant must be one of the last hotels in
The South African side was, by contrast, a slow and frustrating affair and attended by rude and unpleasant officers “clothed in a little brief authority.” We had to stand in a line in the courtyard for something like an hour before getting into the customs house. The time was made bearable by a middle-aged Ndebele about two ahead of me who entertained us to a long and detailed analysis of the Illuminati, who, he said he had studied at great length. He knew his subject and was an orator of note, periodically stopping his perorations to ask rhetorical questions –mostly directed at me. The audience appreciated his entertainment value and were vastly amused when he suddenly broke from the queue and with a hurried “they need me inside” shot to the front and through the door and went to the front of the line at the counters. Quite the novel queue jumper! But the point is that his presentation was coherent and more to the point, understood by all the Zimbabweans – a testament to their superior education. By contrast the South Africans were generally bemused by and therefore suspicious, of his loud and at times humorous speech. His assertion that Mugabe was an alluminatus, together with Bush and Mbeki met with particular Zimbabwean approval with much shaking of hands and laughter at such a preposterous notion –or was it?!
In any event I was on the road again by about seven and made good time
down the new toll road to Pietersburg (now called Polokwane). My off road tires
hum like a demented banshee on the tar and add to the hypnotic effect of long
stretches of straight road. The mind dips into memories and flashes of familiar
scenes trigger the recall of precious trips and childhood experiences.
Pietersburg was the town from which we boys were entrained to go to school. The
school train left for
When I passed Potgietersrust, I
decided to take the ‘short cut’ to
Farmers ranch goats and cattle though I saw precious few of either. About half way across I saw a farm sign board announcing its owner’s name and the name of his farm: “Driebergen.” Three Mountains! This was followed by a sign on the next farm turn-off. “Die Vlakte!” (The Flats!) I wonder what prompted this bit of laconic dialogue?
Shortly
afterwards I saw the first bit of green – a field of winter wheat irrigated from
the Loskop dam another fifty miles further on. Slowly the countryside changed to
rolling hills with acre upon acre of wheat, vegetables and grapes: the
Grobelaarsdal Irrigation farms opened up after the second-world war. I recalled
that I have a friend who inherited a farm here and eventually I saw a sign
announcing the entrance to a farm. It bore the name C-ltt but the first name was
not familiar so it must have been Ch- C-ltt’s son’s section. I never saw his
signboard so carried on through the little farming “dorp” of Grobelaarsdal and
so on up through a pass to overlook to the dam wall of the Loskop Dam. From here
I journeyed on to Middelburg and hence to
The road was under repair and suddenly petered out at a t. junction with a sign that said “residents only” in one direction and “station” in the other. I obediently followed the road to the station as I most certainly was not a resident! It ended in the station yard. I back tracked and took the other road into the dorp. Despite not being a resident no impediment was placed in my way save huge speed bumps. I was totally at sea in the town and eventually pulled in at a filling station and asked an obliging farmer for directions. In response to my query he directed me out of the town but warned that the road ahead was full of detours and road works and I would be better advised to go straight to Ermelo and then join up with one of the major highways. I decided to ignore this sound advice and stick to my idea of doing the direct route. This took me by devious and very rough roads past somewhere called Kaffirkraal (the name will one day be changed I guess!) and then on to Morgenzon. Morgenzon consisted of the same dreary tin roofed houses, a huge church and a few little shops. I drove on headed for Amersfort another fifty kms ahead. The road continued rough and road works slowed my progress. The afternoon was gathering in and I decided to stop at Amersfort if there was anywhere to stay. There wasn’t. Another ubiquitous DRC church and surprisingly a mosque were its sole architectural offerings. I pressed on. In the late afternoon light this Highveld country has a golden charm of its own. High far horizons and rolling folds of hills misting into the distance with here and there a homestead marked by a dam, some willows and tall gum trees. It was rapidly getting dark as I arrived in Volksrust, at one time capital of the old Suid Afrikanse Republik if my history serves me right. After some difficulty I was directed to a a little German owned hotel where I spent a very pleasant evening and dined on Chicken schnitzel.
The next morning after a gargantuan breakfast I journeyed on and eventually hit the highway and emerged back into the “first world.”
I arrived at Ifafa in the early afternoon. I had cut off
about 150 kms and added probably about five hours to my overall travelling time.
But I had a great time and found a friendly stop over in Volksrust where I had
had a wholesome meal at the bar with an enormously stout German South African –
“I speak five languages: German, Afrikaans, English, Zulu and Bullshit!” He was
an ESKOM linesman and recounted tales of working on the high pylons in winter
with the temperature below minus 12 degrees Celsius. “Ten minutes up the pole
then down again for your mate to take your place while you lie on the bonnet of
the lorry engine to warm up. You cannot wear gloves for this work and your hands
get blerry cold, man!”
After two weeks at the coast with J, B and our granddaughter S, we set off on the journey home. But that is another tale.
Rugare,
J
Reuters, 1 October
Harare - Zimbabwe President Robert Mugabe has set the end of
November to hold elections for an upper-house senate, which the main opposition
has said it may boycott. Analysts said indecision by the Movement for Democratic
Change (MDC) could cost it seats if it decides to contest. The privately-owned
Daily Mirror quoted Mugabe as telling a meeting of his ruling Zanu PF that his
party was gearing for "senatorial elections which are scheduled for end of
November." Mugabe used the Zanu PF's majority in parliament to push through
constitutional amendments in August, making provisions for a 66-member senate,
of which 50 members will be elected while the rest will be appointed. Mugabe
argues that the senate is necessary to improve the quality of legislation while
the MDC says it is meant to accommodate Mugabe supporters. The MDC has yet to
make a decision, with top officials making conflicting comments on their
position on the polls. It agonised over whether to boycott parliamentary
elections on March 31, eventually deciding to field candidates only to receive a
severe drubbing from Zanu PF, which won a two-thirds majority, enabling it to
change the constitution. The MDC and Western governments said the polls were
rigged.
MDC officials were unavailable for comment on Saturday but party
leader Morgan Tsvangirai wrote in a weekly paper on Thursday that the senate
polls were insignificant and would still be rigged by Zanu PF. "From the MDC, my
position as president remains unchanged. Anyone wishing to partake in this
process should therefore refrain from crying foul because Zanu PF's intentions
are as clear as the September sky," Tsvangirai said in his article in the
Finacial Gazette. But Welshman Ncube, MDC secretary general and some senior
officials have said the opposition would contest the polls, which was seen by
the media as a sign of a rift in MDC ranks. Analysts said the bickering would
eventually cost the MDC if it decides to field candidates. "This is confusing
the electorate and it could backfire as some of their supporters may decide not
to vote because the party's position is not clear," Heneri Dzinotyiweyi,
University of Zimbabwe lecturuer, told Reuters. The southern African country is
struggling with a severe political and economic crisis that government critics
blame on Mugabe's controversial policies, including his seizures of white-owned
farms for redistribution to blacks and his use of tough media and security laws
against opponents. Mugabe says his opponents have conspired with foreigners to
sabotage Zimbabwe's economy over his land seizures, which he argues were
necessary to correct colonial imbalances that left minority whites in control of
the bulk of the prime farmland.
Morgan Tsvangira’s new drive to
rally public anger against a man so openly hated will not work because
Tsvangirai has to rally that public anger when he is out of
Critics who talk about
Tough security by Mugabe also
means Tsvangirai should wake up and come up with his tougher security which can
only be started outside
Walking to work is not enough for Tsvangirai. He has to die going to work if he is to rule Zimbanwe. This is not going to be easy at all ladies and gentlemen, even if Mugabe goes out today, we need to piggy-back that country somehow in order to improve our standards of living, take it or leave it.
This walk to work is sure a
publicity stunt because it is not enough at all. MDC is backing the economic
sanctions imposed on
Analysts were right when they
sensed Zimbabweans’ reluctance to participate in mass protests. There is no way
opposition can operate in
Unfortunately, our cream like the ones quoted by Mr. Cris Chinaka were only schooled but not educated. The schooled can only count the boss’s riches, read and write, interpret law but can not make important decisions. Especially those who interpret law are the most coward because they understand jail like they have been there. Most people can not even speak their minds freely on the phone. So what the hell are you doing there? I am talking about those of us expected to do something.
Mugabe who is 81 is still in
power because he has to safeguard his interests. He knows he is going to be held
accountable for his actions by the people of
How can Tsvangirai be fooled into
a treason charge? Because he is not yet up to the challenge presented to him by
the job, that to run
Need Man, Not Boys
Godwell Manyangadze.
SouthScan
London -
South Africa's National Intelligence Agency has set up a commission to probe the
mass migration of Zimbabweans into the country, fleeing economic collapse. At
the same time moves have begun to scrap visa requirements with Zimbabwe in an
acknowledgement that attempts to halt the flood are useless. NIA chief Billy
Masetla said the issue was of "huge concern" and that an audit was necessary to
evaluate the extent of the growing influx. While it is widely acknowledged that
the numbers of Zimbabweans moving into SA illegally are huge, as with the
numbers already living there, there are no precise figures. The numbers are
likely to have been swollen by the recent shack clearances in Zimbabwe that left
700,000 Zimbabweans homeless and destitute and affected a further 2.4 million
out of a population of around 12m.
The closest official account of migration
comes from the 2002 census in Zimbabwe which gives the figure of 3-4 million who
had fled the country, mainly for SA and Botswana, as well as Britain. In SA
there is a backlog of 180,000 asylum seekers, mainly from Zimbabwe, still to be
processed. In Botswana, where an electric border fence has been built, there is
similarly no exact figure for the numbers of illegal Zimbabwean immigrants.
However, in the first quarter of last year Botswana repatriated over 8,000
'illegals', which could give a total annual figure of those caught and sent back
of over 33,000, with those who remain many times that number. The refugees are
being sent back from SA and Botswana as fast as police can catch them, often
within 48 hours, but frequently simply return for another bid. Now for the first
time the SA government is acknowledging its inability to deal with the issue in
this way, and Lesley Mashokwe, spokesperson for the department of home affairs,
said negotiations were underway with Zimbabwe to scrap visa requirements. The
talks are taking place as Zimbabwean justice and foreign affairs officials work
on draft regulations to make exit visas mandatory for Zimbabweans going abroad,
a development that has brought hefty criticism from the opposition in
Zimbabwe.
In the rural areas of SA's far northern Limpopo province local
residents, fearing the large-scale incursions, have called in the police for
help. Already township residents in different areas of SA are mobilising against
their local administrations because of corruption and inefficiency in providing
services, and observers say the mass influx into the northern provinces will add
to these pressures and heighten anxieties in government. NIA agents have already
been deployed to keep an eye on local demonstrators as a means of monitoring
rising civil unrest. The refugee influx is concentrated around Musina and
Thohoyandou, but other areas of Limpopo are also affected. Police said they
arrested at least 100 Zimbabweans a day in one district alone, and in one
village near Makhado, villagers resolved to expel Zimbabweans. Refugees are
living in rudimentary shelters in the bush near Tshivhilwi village, where about
200 people a day are arriving adding to the about 2,000 Zimbabweans already
there. Police spokesman Superintendent Ailwei Mushavhanamadi was reported as
saying the uncontrolled influx was "a very serious problem" and Masetla said he
hoped political intervention "would give rise to the possibility of halting the
economic meltdown". Meanwhile about 1,000 Mozambicans illegally in South Africa
were being repatriated this month according to reports. The immigrants had been
kept at the Lindela Repatriation Centre for the two weeks.
Staff Reporter 9/29/2005 9:27:22 AM (GMT +2) DEPUTY Information Minister Bright Matonga last week took the official abuse of public media to new depths when he used the state-controlled Herald to peddle lies that a reporter with this newspaper had confessed to being part of a "smear campaign" targeted at the Ngezi legislator. | |
In his attempt to pre-empt and
undermine a story The Financial Gazette carried last week - on a serious bribery
scandal at the Zimbabwe United Passenger Company (ZUPCO) in which he, a former
chief executive of the parastatal, is implicated - the deputy minister, while
claiming that he did not "intend to abuse the media", did exactly that when he
used The Herald to carry a shockingly false account of the conversation he had
with our reporter. |
Audrey
Chitsika 9/29/2005 9:22:33 AM (GMT +2) FINHOLD Services (Finserve) - an employee-owned empowerment vehicle in the Zimbabwe Banking Corporation Limited (ZBCL) - has demanded over $1.4 billion in dividend payment from the retail bank's parent company. | |
Lawyers representing Finserve this
month wrote to the Financial Holdings Limited (Finhold) chief executive officer
Elisha Mushayakarara requesting a dividend payment within seven days. The
Zimbabwe Stock Exchange-listed Finhold operates two subsidiaries, namely ZBCL
and Scotfin Limited. The group is also on the verge of taking over Intermarket
Holdings, founded by fugitive banker Nick Vingirai. |
> 9/29/2005 9:46:48 AM (GMT +2) HAVING lurched from crisis to crisis, the erstwhile resilient Zimbabwean economy is finally caving in. What started off as a slow-motion economic collapse some 10 years ago is now accelerating on the back of increased international isolation. | |
Zimbabwe, previously the envy of
many a Third World country at the attainment of independence in 1980 has, in
very short period, been transformed into a land of contagion of uncertainty and
fear shunned by circumspect investors and financiers. This has aggravated an
unprecedented economic meltdown. Resultantly, long-suffering and disillusioned
Zimbabweans, the majority of whom are living below the breadline, are marooned
on an island of stagnation and utter misery. |
Financial Gazette
However, in 1977 Cde Hamadziripi
differed with the party in a major way, differences which translated into an
armed revolt which he masterminded while the party leadership was away,
attending the ill-fated Anglo-American talks in Malta,” said the Great Uncle of
the late veteran nationalist Henry Hamadziripi, who died last week and was
denied any hero status whatsoever.
9/29/2005 9:11:30 AM (GMT
+2)
Hero-makers
“INDEED,
he was part of the external wing which kept the struggle going after the white
settlers made open nationalist politics inside the country virtually
inoperable.“
“Thereafter, he worked at cross-purposes
with the party. He participated in the historic 1980 elections under the
political umbrella of ZANU (Ndonga). Later, he would opt out of politics
altogether,” the Great Uncle was quoted as saying in a statement deliberately
issued to spite the bereaved family.
This is not the first (or is it the
last?) time the sole custodian of the country’s hero status has denied the
recognition to someone he disagreed with.
After the harsh decision on
Hamadziripi, some people here and there grumbled. But what they didn’t know is
that the Great Uncle was acting within his rights.
Over the years the
cowards around him have made him such a powerful institution that when one
refers to ZANU PF they are basically referring to him alone. The party is
himself — and himself alone — and everyone else is a mere supporter, and that is
why no one can dare challenge him.
Hero status is a personal favour which
only comes from one person — the Great Uncle — never mind all the prattle about
the politburo, the central committee and such decorative structures of “the
party”! If he says “NO!”, that’s it. If he says a dog or a baboon is a national
hero, then people will turn up at the National Heroes’ Acre in their droves to
bury it! No questions asked. Just like when he imposed some very dangerously
corrupt dunderhead to a very senior post within his party and government.
So
Hamadziripi, who recruited some of the big names in ZANU PF today into the
liberation war, is a lesser hero than Cain Nkala, Chenjerai Hunzvi and such
other characters that lie interred at the “national” shrine because he disagreed
with “the party”? Because he contested the 1980 elections under the ZANU
(Ndonga) ticket? Just like all other “enemies” such as Ndabaningi Sithole and
Abel Muzorewa? Yet some people are buried there more on account that their
spouses are or will be buried there than anything else.
But we claim to be
pursuing a policy of national reconciliation . . . even if it means some people
are not forgiven even in death!
From now onwards, can anyone show good cause
why that place should be called National Heroes’ Acre? It is ZANU PF Heroes’
Acre. Nothing more!
Hopefully, those who are personalising and monopolising
this posthumous privilege will also get the chance to enjoy it themselves. In
some countries, countries not very far, the end of the circus has not been
beautiful. Hopefully, in our case it will be.
Bira season
So it has
moved to biras? The official madness has moved to these overnight séances which
one really wonders if they have the effect of improving the lives of an ordinary
famished Zimbo.
Maybe CZ is naturally prejudiced on this one, but he cannot
help wonder how these barren séances will deliver fuel, food, democracy or even
common sense among a whole panoply of basic life essentials we dearly miss in
this country?
Where were these chiefs and their spirit mediums in the past
five years when the country has been exposed to baking drought?
The world is
full of fools, but it looks like Zimbos have decided to upgrade foolishness into
a fine art! Can this come to an end? Please!
And did you notice how each and
every traditional chief said: “We have to appease the spirits; people are
suffering”?
Media watched!
So this week Cde Tazzen and his dear guest
thought it seemly to dwell on trivialities and in the process conveniently
ignore real stories that made news last week. Stories that unriddled the
conundrum about why — in the middle of mass starvation — some people are getting
shamefully fat . . . kickbacks from bus tenders.
Anyway, we appreciate the
fact that his job security is a bit tinkling, so he would not want to fast-track
himself to the village. But is it not wise for one to start preparing for a safe
landing when it becomes clear that the inevitable is near?
It was curious
this week that confused deputy (Mis)Information minister Bright Matonga (he
insists his surname should be pronounced like Maton’a), who is one of the
several public officials threatened by this unfolding kickback scandal, at the
weekend donated a princely sum of $100 million to schools in his Mhondoro
constituency. Curious, isn’t it? Moreso when the man has the gall to tell all
and sundry that “ndakangokorokoza-korokoza.” Kukorokoza kupi?
cznotebook@yahoo.co.uk
2004/10/18 22:17:56 |
Oct 19, 2004 (BBC Monitoring via COMTEX) -- Interdenominational prayers
which a group of NGOs organized in Blantyre last Saturday [16 October] to seek
divine intervention against an amended NGO bill in Zimbabwe failed to take
place following President Bingu wa Mutharika's last minute decision which led
to police barring entry to the BAT [British American Tobacco] ground
scheduled, venue of the prayers. Mutharika is meeting 10 NGO leaders this morning to ask them not to hold any prayers or demonstrations for fear of destabilizing Malawi's relations with Zimbabwe. One of the organizers of the prayers Rafiq Hajat said he was summoned to the office of the commissioner of police (South) together with another organizer Emmie Chanika where they were told to cancel the prayers until they meet the president. "But while we were locked up in the meeting which lasted for 90 minutes, a group of police officers were deployed to the BAT ground to stop the prayers," said Hajat. He said although the police convened a meeting with the NGO leaders, they had already decided to stop the meeting. "It was already a forgone conclusion and not negotiable and the meeting was a cynical ruse to keep the main organizers occupied while their support systems were being quietly dismantled in the background," said Hajat. He said Malawi is still a police state which is "under polite democratic camouflage". Human Rights Consultative Committee (CHRR) national coordinator Rodgers Newa confirmed that 10 NGO leaders will meet Mutharika at 10 a.m. Monday [18 October]. [Passage omitted] Source: The Nation web site, Blantyre, in English 19 Oct 04 BBC Mon AF1 AFEau 191004/ |