Brilliant article by thabos brother. Tried to post the article but it did not work so here is the link

http://www.dailynews.co.za/index.php?fArticleId=4259726

People in SA are still fully behind you (despite the actions in Alexandra over the weekend)

Re: SA Times article:  An excellent article and a wake-up call indeed for SA.

The situation is worse than if, at the time of the collapse of the Berlin Wall, W.Germany had done nothing and simply allowed E.Germany to stew in its own juice. South Africa needs to get its act together fast. If the ANC can’t/won’t act regarding Zimbabwe, then the vibrant democratic opposition parties would surely join forces to force a ‘no confidence’ motion un such an important matter. South Africa is not a land, and does not have a heritage of allowing, such a festering sore to damage and cripple it indefinitely.

Mbeki commssioned judges Sisi Khampepe and Dingang Moseneke to observe the then already controversial election. On their return the judges wrote a scathing report on the disgraceful conduct of the election, confirming the rigging claims of the MDC, and submitted it to Mbeki. Their report detailed the ’sweeping’ undemocratic changes Mugabe had made prior to the election by amending the electoral laws. It also highlighted the failure of the country’s legal system to permit valid challenges to results.

The whole election process that returned Mugabe to power in 2002 was a complete shambles, from Mbeki downwards. The Electoral Supervisory Council was not properly constituted. The Electoral Act was rigged giving Mugabe authority to alter electoral law instead of parliament. The African National Congress and the Southern African Development Community were hoodwinked into believing and announcing that the election result had ‘represented the will of the Zimbabwean people’.  Sadly the full judges report is not available for public scrutiny because Mbeki’s legal adviser has stated that it was never intended for publication and could not be released because it dealt with ‘relations between heads of state’, thereby exempting it from SA’s Promotion of Access to Information Act.

Mbeki you are a disgrace!

Read this article from the Sunday Times in SA. 
http://www.thetimes.co.za/PrintEdition/Insight/Article.aspx?id=764065

THEN, read the comments below this article.

http://www.thetimes.co.za/News/Article.aspx?id=764871#sectionLast

The support for Zimbabweans in South Africa is astounding.  Vote Mu-garbage out and help will come faster than you could ever believe.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/7394894.stm
Zimbabwe police arrest activists.
Sunday, 11 May 2008 18:42 UK

‘Police in Zimbabwe say they have arrested nearly 60 supporters of the opposition MDC, as the country awaits run-off presidential elections.’

and…
Justice Minister Patrick Chinamasa said the opposition leader was free to return but did not rule out the possibility of his arrest.

He said Mr Tsvangirai could have committed crimes which law enforcement agencies would deal with.
The minister said Zanu-PF would not allow an opposition victory, as this would be what he described as tantamount to slavery.
Asked whether the will of the people would be subverted should Mr Mugabe lose, Mr Chinamasa said: “If people attempted to unfree themselves, moves would be made to free them.”

“We want to make it clear we intend to hold the run-off at the earliest date because the period set by the legislature shows that it should be held as soon as possible,” he was quoted as saying in the paper.
He said the electoral body was still waiting for the allocation of funds from the government to hold the poll.
 

Brilliant!

And crashed down the unlit corridors where his wife has collected her loot,

Screaming “You may not condemn me - there are by-laws and statutes and fines”

But the Devil replied “God’s law trumps that, and by his law you’re mine.”

Come, see what you’ve done to your people, see what you’ve done to your land,

And then I’ll haul you back into the light, and see if you understand;

Then the Devil seized him by his neck and dragged him up into the night

And Bob hung limp, for one against one was not his idea of a fight

They spiralled down to a wasteland, and Mugabe sprawled on his face,

“Spare me, spare me” he whimpered, “spare me this terrible place”,

For he saw charred beams and scattered bricks, filth and ruin and weeds,

And through the dawn came children, sifting the dust for seeds.

“Eight years ago” said the Devil, “this place was heavy with maize,

There was fruit on the trees and crops in the earth and grass for the cows to graze,

It was farmed by those who loved the soil, who knew it and tended it well,

And now it’s farmed by cellphone, from the Monomotapa hotel.”

“Racist” screamed Mugabe, “Imperialist, Colonist, Queer!

These people are free, that’s down to me and that’s why I rule here!”

“Free to do what?” asked the Devil, “to cower and cringe to survive?

The farms are going, the work is gone, now only your thugs can thrive,

Preying on women and children, feeding on horror and fear,

Flying flags of hate and despair that had no business here;

Look at your mindless militias, look in each alien face,

Condemned by their own insanity, exiled for life from the race,

Watch them go into action, cheer as they take up the fight,

Beating up Zimbabweans for the crime of being white,

Red-eyed from drink, thick-tongued from drugs, watch them go off on a spree

Burning the homes of Africans who dared to be honestly free.”

Mugabe licked his lips and whispered, “All freedom comes at a price,”

“Indeed?” said the Devil “And for the record - what was your sacrifice?

Did you give blood to the struggle? How many times were you mortared?

Or did you play politics in a hotel, and wait till your rivals were slaughtered?

If ever you tasted honour or pain those tastes were long since forgotten,

Eclipsed by the flavours of power and greed, the aromas of all that is rotten.

Come, Mugabe” and up they flew and soared over country and town

And each time they swooped, hunger and horror reached up to pull them down,

And the souls of children streamed past them, and on and up into the light

And Mugabe whimpered and twisted, to shield his eyes from the sight

“Sons of despair,” said the Devil “and daughters of desolate selves,

It’s the West that gives food to your people, while your cronies are stuffing themselves,

The West you despise and prosecute is the innocent’s sponsor and friend,

But when your young ‘veterans’ seize the supplies, these fragile lives have to end;”

“I did not know,” croaked Mugabe and the Devil applauded with glee:

“Save your lies for Mbeki, they make no impression on me.

Now, look at the shuttered factories, look at the overnight queues.”

“Blame the British,” Bob stammered, “the whites, the Norwegians, the Jews.”

But the streets sent up a whisper, a whisper as loud as a roar:

“The old man who stole three elections - it’s time that we showed him the door!”

A scream rose up from the city, a scream rose up from a cell,

And the Devil plunged them into the earth and a cameo from hell

Of shadowed figures with smiling lips that shone with delight and disdain,

Of a body convulsing and wrenching, shaking apart from the pain;

“Applaud your police,” said the Devil, “corrupted beyond repair,

And caress the electrodes, the batons and guns, and the innocent tied to the chair.”

But as Mugabe stretched out his hand the scene was gone in a flash,

And he stared instead at a drive full of Mercs and a house full of money and trash,

And then at the gloom of an upstairs room, heavy with malice and lies,

Where fat men sat and talked poison, avoiding each others’ eyes:

“Here are your generals,” the Devil hissed, “your ministers, judges and hacks,

They have fortunes and forex and farms they can’t farm, it’s only a future they lack,

Do they flee for Malaysia , Libya , France with their women and all they can pack?

Or do they just turn and remove you, and claim dispensation for that?

Look at the wealth that seeps from them, and then hold your nose at the stench

Of the paltry crew that cleave to you, the cowards, the fools and the French;

See them plotting and scheming; hear your folly despised,

Even your reptiles want you gone - you made them, are you surprised?

Now do you know what you are Mugabe, now do you understand?

You’re the Lord of the bloated thousand, and King of an empty land.

What gave you most pleasure Mugabe? Which wickedness tasted most sweet?

The mass murder of Ndebele? The children with nothing to eat?

The whites you had casually butchered? The election results that you changed?

Or the war that you fought in the Congo , for diamond commissions arranged?

The perversion of half of the system? The enrichment of those you despise?

The limos and money and power? The lies and the lies and the lies?

I ought to admire you Mugabe; you’ve certainly earned your hellfire,

And all for small motives, self interest and fear, that aspect I have to admire;

Better by far that you never had lived, Robert Gabriel,

The world will heal the wounds you’ve left, but I cannot heal you in hell!”

Then the Devil’s right hand grabbed Mugabe, and Mugabe he screamed in his fright,

And scrabbled and pleaded and whimpered and begged…

And awoke to an African night,

And sweated and panted and shuddered, calling his aides to his side,

Reconstituting his ego, his vanity, evil and pride,

But then screamed again, recoiling, from that he could not bear to see:

The slogans burning his eyes from the walls and the words… we want to be free!

Enough is enough! Zvakwana!! Sokwanele!!

The Devil meandered down Second, and strolled up Samora Machel,

“The brave will inherit,” he murmured, “when I have Mugabe in hell:

And the dawn will return to Zimbabwe , and children will learn how to smile,

Zimbabwe is one of God’s countries… but at least it was mine for a while!”

Incidentally, I read that 90% of the Zim police had voted for the MDC. There’s a message in there somewhere.