Tsvangirai's letter from the village
Reflections Isdore Guvamombe Dear Morgan Richard Tsvangirai Firstly, allow me, the son of a villager, to pass on greetings from the autochthons of the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve.Back in the village, an egg should not be deceived by the hardness of its shell, it cannot challenge a stone in a fight. There are some defeats more triumphant than victories, so the elders with cotton tuft hair, say. In the village, it is unAfrican to look straight into the face of a man who is mourning but today, this villager will break tradition and look straight into your mournful face.
This is a painful crushing defeat and one that you and your Western backers must learn to live with. The sole reason why this villager has broken ranks with tradition is that you have carved yourself a distinct character as a darling of the Western imperialists, on whose shoulders you are crying on during these days when you are sorrowful over your huge election humiliation on the hands of veteran nationalist President Robert Gabriel Mugabe.
Even the village soothsayer, the ageless autochthon of wisdom and knowledge says politics is not in you Morgan. You were pushed into it by the British.
Secondly, the villagers understand you, since what you are doing after this monumental defeat is not new. It has happened before in the village.
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