This poem ‘An Easter Tragedy’ deserves another reading.
Today, I’m watching The State Memorial for Nelson Mandela. The camera pans across all the international attendees as the representative of the A.N.C. reads out a list of those dignitaries. As she reads ‘President Robert Mugabe’ a huge roar erupts and I am astounded! Don’t they know how many of his own people he has slaughtered, starved, beaten to within an inch of their lives and stolen from – and continues to do so?
Here Mugabe sits in a now free and democratic South Africa where everyone has a vote. I wonder how the people around him feel? Surely the UK and USA PM and President will not shake his hand… I find his presence insulting and wonder if Mandela would have felt the same way.
There must be more of Africa in me than I thought, because I seem to have the memory of an elephant. How can…
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