Your Majesty
Iam a black and peaceful Zimbabwean, living peacefully amongst the descendants of King Moshoeshe just a few kilometres away from the mountainous Kingdom of Lesotho. So many letters, both formal and informal, have been written to you this past week, and iam sure that
you have not read them….neither will you read this one for it’s already closed. I also understand that by writing to you I risk my neck and limb from your machete wielding warriors. I also risk being doused in petrol and be cremated alive. I RISK MY LIFE!
But, WeNkosi what worth is life when one walks in fear in your land? What is life, YourMajesty, when everyday you are constantly reminded by your black brothers and sisters that you are black, foreigner and a pestilence? What is life Ndabezitha, when one is even afraid to answer a phone call in a taxi, lest his black brothers and sisters will call him lice and a kwerekwere? What worth is life Your Majesty, when your black brothers and sisters savagely
brutalise a black brother with stones, machetes and douse him with petrol? WeNkosi such sadism, barbarity and brutality is not even matched in hell!
Your recent inflammatory comments on foreign nationals are unfortunate and reckless. You told the nation that, “We must deal with our own lice….immigrants must take their bags and go where they come from”. This amounts to hate speech, an affront to the Constitution of the Republic, which you should defend and protect. Your Majesty, you cannot lay claim to the right of freedom of expression when you have blatantly advocated hatred on racial and
ethnicity grounds. Incitement of violence from a father to his children is shameful to say the
least. This is human life that we are talking about and not lice! This is sacred human life with
blood thicker than water!
Ndabezitha, tell me in earnest, what is your definition of a foreigner? Is an African a foreigner
in Africa? Is your brother’s child a stranger and alien? Are your in-laws in Swaziland lice?
Was Chief Luthuli not born in Bulawayo? Do we not all share the same Bantu lingua, which
Hendrik Verwoerd used as weapon to keep our brothers and sisters isolated in hovels called
tribal trust lands? WeNkosi should I not knock on my neighbour’s door for help when my hut
catches fire? And when my hut is on fire do you extinguish it with petrol? Your Majesty, one
hand washes the other and Basotho says: matsoho a ya hlatswana .You should learn from
Morena Moshoeshoe, who re-united refugees running away from Shaka wars during the
Mfecane period! And may I remind you, times have changed tribalism and cannibalism
cannot be tolerated in this day and age!
Your Majesty, you should bow down your head in shame!
Human life matters.
Yours Sincerely
