Like Nero in Roman times Robert Mugabe will feast while all around him there is no food for the masses. They will spend 1.2 million American dollars celebrating Mugabe's 83rd birthday and feasting while there is no bread, jam or tinned foods for the Zimbabwean people. The honorable Robert will tuck into lavish food in Gweru (formerly Bulawayo),and Harare, and congratulate himself on a job well done.
Whilst Mugabe tucks into his venison steaks the people he treats as second class citizens are queueing for bread. And there is none. As the 83 year old lifts his knife and fork he is satisfied and self-assured. He has done well for his country--a country with 1600% inflation . A country with no viable farmland, a Zim dollar worth a peanut,and few friends.
People may wonder why I concern myself about such a fool. I have many Zimbabwean friends and they mourn for their country--a country that was a breadbasket, now laid waste. It is a tragedy and a travesty.
I am comforted by the fact that Mugabe has few friends and is becoming worse than a pariah or a polecat. He is the scorpion of Africa. Like a scorpion he stings those within reach first. And he has stung Zimbabwe into pathetic , hungry, sterile submission.