By Cde Patriot Sunungura
Dear Heroes, every August 11 we salute you — the brave souls who watered the tree of independence with real blood, not Mazoe orange.
But 45 years later, the fruits taste more like rotten guavas from Mbare Market.
Your comrade Trabablas, now sitting where Ian Smith once sat, presides over a country where the “one man, one farm” promise has been buried deeper than the Zimbabwean dollar.
Now, folks like Billy Rautenbach own more land than most of your surviving comrades — some of whom are now eating from the palm of one Paul Tungwarara, the so-called “special advisor” to His Excellency.
Kudakwashe Tagwirei chairs a fancy “New Land Tenure System” — which is just a polite way of saying land is now for sale to the highest bidder.
That dream of land for the landless? Gone. It’s now “land for the loaded.”
Corruption has had a glow-up. Back in your day, it was shameful.
Today, it’s called “tenderpreneurship” — a Tagwirei special — and it’s celebrated like Independence Day.
Cars your colleagues once stole in Willogate?
Now given for free, as long as you can sing Trabablas’ name louder than a ZANU rally speaker.
The new national anthem?
Not “Simudzai Mureza” — it’s called “Vision 2030.” Translation: keep Trabablas in power until cockroaches learn to drive kombis.
The 2028 elections?
Don’t hold your breath — he’s already toying with postponing them.
As for the mineral wealth you fought for, it’s now a Chinese buffet.
They mine lithium and leave us with rice, wheat, and dust.
Even Boterekwa’s curves, Cde Tongogara’s pride, have been flattened for profit.
So, dear Heroes, is this the independence you fought for?
Or did someone switch the order while we weren’t looking?
