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Isdore Guvamombe Reflections
Back in the village, in the land of milk, honey and dust or Guruve, a frown on the face of a goat does not prevent it from being taken to the market. It is unAfrican to celebrate someone’s sickness and this villager was sympathising with MDC-T leader Morgan Tsvangirai during his ailment but you see, what he did thereafter turned my sympathy into laughter. He created a circus out of his illness. Too bad!
Today, the frown on his face does not make me fail to deliver this instalment to my readers.

This villager has been threatened by many people for writing about this man of little wit, a political dim wit, who does not understand that even fish gets thirsty hence it does not drink all the time. There is time for everything. That fish lives in water does not mean it drinks every second. Never!
I defies logic that a huge political player soils his credentials by doing what you expect from rascals.

It defies logic how a man of his stature could, of all the things, run away from paying hospital bills. Can anyone entrust this man with the running of the country, our country?

Honestly, Morgan Tsvangirai never ceases to amaze this villager as he continues to provide free circus after free circus. His political career has been a circus. His marriage has been a circus. And, today, he has carved another circus from his ailment, running from paying hospital bills through a laundry facility?

This villager feels pity for those who take Tsvangirai very seriously, for, in the village, we have refused to vote for him simply because his political humour is in bad taste.

In all honesty, how does it happen that a man, aspiring to be president of the Republic of Zimbabwe runs away from paying hospital bills?
Morgan, Morgan, Morgan? This is a free circus in which the British and American protégé has become the chief clown. Meanwhile let us expect more circus from him.

The village soothsayer, the ageless autochthon of wisdom and knowledge says those are the antics of man whose mind has been unhinged by a multifarious array of problems — marital, financial and political. What a cocktail of problems?  But, you see, Tsvangirai has shown street kid mentality, never befitting a former Prime Minister of a Republic. When you are sick, which is natural, you take your time to recover and you indeed pay the bills too. A sick man must never be in a hurry. Do village elders, the ones with cotton tuft hair, not say no matter how much the buttocks are in a hurry, they will always remain at the back of the body? What was the rush for?

Of course, back in the village it has become common knowledge that Tsvangirai has become broke.
In fact, he is considered broke in morals after marrying in the month of the goat — November — and divorcing in a record 12 days. In the village, they have known Tsvangirai as one not so gifted with both patriotism and vision.

In the village they know him however, as a man filthy rich with dirty money, the kind of money gotten by selling out the heart and soul of the country.
Obviously that kind of money varnishes when the time comes.

MDC-T is broke and surely when the leader runs away from settling slightly less than $3 000, which an ordinary tobacco farmer like this villager can pay, it surely means things will have really fallen apart.

Back in the village, they say when sea fish get threatened by shortage of water then, river fish is destined for death.
To think that Tsvangirai was once affluent, going on numerous holidays in yonder Europe and Asia, where he at times paid as much as $500 per night? To think that he paid unbelievable amounts of money as lobola to Locadia Karimatsenga and Elizabeth Macheka and that today he cannot settle his own hospital bills?

Fortune is a woman; if you neglect her today do not expect to regain her tomorrow. Opportunities, they also say, like eggs, come one at a time.
Tsvangirai has been extravagant with cash and political ambitions.