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  • Operation Murambatsvina - Countrywide evictions of urban poor - Index of articles


  • 'We Remember' : A poem in honor of the Victims of Murambatsvina
    Dumisani O. Nkomo
    May 20, 2006

    http://www.sokwanele.com/articles/sokwanele/weremeber_30may2005.html

    (This poem was read by the author at the Commemorative Service held to honour the victims, by Churches in Bulawayo on Saturday May 20, 2006)

    May 2005 we remember
    2005 May we remember
    May 2005 we reflect
    We remember the razing and ravaging of homes
    We reminisce on how poverty was criminalized
    We reflect on how the poor were brutalized
    Displaced, dislocated, dislodged, dismembered
    Destroyed, devastated, damaged, defaced
    Dehumanized, demonized, deflowered, demoralized
    All because of "madisnyongoro"

    May 2005 we remember the remnants of Ngozi Mine, the devastation of Killarney
    We shall chronicle Village 4 Heany Junction
    We shall Herald the story of the Bagdads in Victoria Falls
    We shall not forget, we shall not revenge, we shall remember
    Because we are the Mirror of society
    Yes the Standard, the Independent Guardian of truth
    The studio of justice, the Voice of the people

    May 2005, we remember
    Great darkness enveloped the nation
    The great dawn of a magnificent era of independence was turned into a horrific error of the midnight of displacement and mass social dislocation
    Our inspiring dream of housing for all became an endless nightmare of homelessness and helplessness
    May 2005, the day became night
    Zimbabwe became a massive refugee camp
    Refugees in the land of our birth
    Exiles in our homeland

    May 2005 we remember
    Zimbabwe land of promise, land of our fathers
    You became a land of transit camps
    Land of the displaced, land of misplaced leaders
    From the dusty streets of Makokoba
    To the crammed streets of Mbare
    Zimbabwe you became land where
    Being poor became a crime
    Where making an honest living is now a punishable offence

    A great darkness visited a land
    And yes only when it is dark
    Enough can we see the light
    Only in darkness can we see the light
    A light shone in the darkness
    The light of churches of Bulawayo

    The light of churches in Manicaland
    The light of churches in Gweru
    The light of churches in Victoria Falls
    The light of churches in Harare
    A great beacon of humanitarian agencies and churches

    Lutheran, Catholic, Evangelical, Pentecostal, Anglican,
    Yes for once we remember
    How a common vision ended division
    In order to bring provision
    To God's hungry, isolated and excluded

    Yes we remember how churches
    Remembered to love
    Remembered that churches
    Are not museums for saints but hospitals for sinners

    Yes, for once we remember
    How we remembered to clothe the naked
    And to feed the hungry
    Yes we remembered to be father
    To the fatherless, friend to the widow

    May 2005, Remember
    They came with baton sticks,
    With teargas, with clenched fists
    And with outstretched boots
    They came with armored cars,
    With AK's and FNs
    But yes we remembered
    That we wrestle not against flesh and blood
    The children of God armed
    Themselves not with swords, spears and guns
    We armed ourselves with the weapons of love

    We did not take up pistols, revolvers or rifles
    We put on the breastplate of righteousness
    We did not fight with stones or sticks
    We armed ourselves with the shield of faith
    We did not arm ourselves with tanks and missiles
    We armed ourselves with the sword of the spirit
    We did not arm ourselves with baton sticks and teargas
    We armed ourselves with the belt of truth
    We did not arm ourselves with the belt of truth
    We did not arm ourselves with hatred and malice
    We armed ourselves with the gospel of truth and the whole Armour of God

    May 2005 we remember those no longer with us, those who have graduated to the Father
    We remember those from Ngozi Mine and Killarney
    What shall we say Baby Paradza, of Ernest Moyo of Macingwane
    What shall we say of Smart Moyo, Margaret Tshabalala, Elias Mbedzi,
    Luke Mpofu, Thabani Jele ?
    Where are they today ?
    They lie dead and buried
    But the truth can never be buried
    But the truth can never be buried
    Truth buried in the ground shall rise again
    'okulempondo akufihlwa'

    We remember the unsung heroes of gospel
    Amaqhawe e -Vangeli, o-Jeff Mkhwananzi,
    OmfokatChatindo, okaNeta, uMdawini, ithole likaSibanda, OLucky Moyo, ibhabezi lako Motsi, ubaba uMlilo, okaNqindi, UGraham kaShaw, oMagedu, uGegani Ndlovu
    Umfoka Manceda, okaShatayo
    Izinyane lengwenyama u Pius ka Ncube
    Lamanye amaqhawe lamaqhewekazi
    They did not curse the darkness
    They lit a candle
    Do not fear
    Those who are afraid are violent
    Those who are afraid oppress the people

    Yes, remember our God has established his throne,
    He has not surrendered his throne
    God reigns in power and wisdom
    He reigns in justice and mercy
    He reigns in grace and compassion
    He reigns in righteousness and truth
    Our God reigns in sovereignty
    He reigns over the universe, over the cosmos, the galaxies
    Yes our God reigns over Zimbabwe over Africa
    Bayethe Nkosi yethu, Bayethe Nkosi yezizwe
    Bayethe Simakade, Bayethe Nkosi yamaxuku
    Bayethe Bhubesi, bayethe Ngwenyama!

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