Cleaning up Mugabe’s mess
I recently discovered that I needed about US$400 to have my name changed to MGCINI NYONI, the name my father gave me. My father disappeared in the early eighties during the Gukurahundi madness. I was only about three or so. Along with thousands other Ndebele people he was hunted down by the notorious Korean trained fifth brigade. He was not a dissident like other thousands of people lying in mass graves somewhere. In some cases bellies of pregnant women were slit open by sadistic soldiers. Armored vehicles ran over the hands of school teachers as they lay on the ground. Entire villages were shot and killed, their homesteads burnt down because they did not know were the dissidents were. After the disappearance of my father, mother remarried and we assumed the surname of our stepfather. I know she meant well, may her soul rest in peace (we buried her mid last year). Thanks to Mugabe, I’m now an orphan. My family will have to go hungry for several months for me to be able to afford changing my name. Shouldn’t Mugabe pay for it and compensate me for the disadvantages I grew up with because I did not have a father who had been killed by forces sent by Mugabe to do some ethnic cleansing. His crime was belonging to the Ndebele tribe.
Wednesday, June 10th 2009 at 8:18 am
Well, I guess you have to weigh whats more important; changing your name or your family going hungry. Also, if your stepfather raised you well, you probably also owe it to him to bear his name. He was, in principle, your ‘father’ having performed all necessary duties to see you grow up to be the man you are now, because your real father, bless his soul, wasn’t there to that for you. And Mugabe couldn’t care less about you or your name, you know this.