Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
२७ जून 2008
27JUNE 2008 When I arrived at the voting station at Zengeza 7 primary school for the ward seven where I was a registered voter I was told I had to first of all go to a Zanupf village headman by a gang of Zanupf youths stationed at the gates to the school। I asked them whether they were now village headmen in towns and he told me yes there were now village headmen for the cities as well।
They told me that for me to be on the safe side I had to go there. They told me that the ZANUPF militias, the headman, and the ZANUPF youths were going to do a reconciliation of all those who would have voted for the opposition party against the details that they now had. They also threatened they would also carry out a reconciliation of all those who wouldn’t have voted so that everyone had to vote whether they liked it or not. They pointed for me where I had to go. It was at the home of the local Zanupf head, a certain Mr Jena who stayed in Dovi Street. The place was just a street away from the voting station, in sight of even the presiding officers of this polling station, some of whom were even stationed at the gates where those Zanupf youths were turning people away from the station to Mr. Jena residence. When I arrived at Mr. Jena’s residence there was this very long queue of people registering their details and so I followed the queue of those registering their details. When I got to the front of the queue they asked for my details, that is my full name, address, telephone number and identity numbers, and then this village headman had given me a blank piece of paper which I was told I had to fill in with the serial number of my ballot’s paper.
At the voting station I voted the normal way but I also wrote down my serial number on that blank piece of paper when I was behind the booth and then I took that piece of paper to the village headman who recorded that serial number against my details. It meant that whether I liked it or not I had to vote for Mugabe
It was in the afternoon, at about 3 o clock when the headman and the militias were arrested, but most of the people had been forced to participate in this shame election and to think that it was happening all over Harare, and also that most of the presiding officers knew about it, especially those in my ward where the voting station was a stone’s throw away, in sight of this headman’s residencies, left a lot to be desired.But this is how we elected our president who is the president of Zimbabwe now, on 27 June 2008
They told me that for me to be on the safe side I had to go there. They told me that the ZANUPF militias, the headman, and the ZANUPF youths were going to do a reconciliation of all those who would have voted for the opposition party against the details that they now had. They also threatened they would also carry out a reconciliation of all those who wouldn’t have voted so that everyone had to vote whether they liked it or not. They pointed for me where I had to go. It was at the home of the local Zanupf head, a certain Mr Jena who stayed in Dovi Street. The place was just a street away from the voting station, in sight of even the presiding officers of this polling station, some of whom were even stationed at the gates where those Zanupf youths were turning people away from the station to Mr. Jena residence. When I arrived at Mr. Jena’s residence there was this very long queue of people registering their details and so I followed the queue of those registering their details. When I got to the front of the queue they asked for my details, that is my full name, address, telephone number and identity numbers, and then this village headman had given me a blank piece of paper which I was told I had to fill in with the serial number of my ballot’s paper.
At the voting station I voted the normal way but I also wrote down my serial number on that blank piece of paper when I was behind the booth and then I took that piece of paper to the village headman who recorded that serial number against my details. It meant that whether I liked it or not I had to vote for Mugabe
It was in the afternoon, at about 3 o clock when the headman and the militias were arrested, but most of the people had been forced to participate in this shame election and to think that it was happening all over Harare, and also that most of the presiding officers knew about it, especially those in my ward where the voting station was a stone’s throw away, in sight of this headman’s residencies, left a lot to be desired.But this is how we elected our president who is the president of Zimbabwe now, on 27 June 2008
Monday, February 21, 2011
थे लन्गुअगे ऑफ़ love
the language of love
Engaged by the resonances of the language of love. Relying on the tricks of your mind getting you home. You have bought into this marriage thing. For the two years you have been seeing the other. Your mind has spread out; away from you. Has no more plain symbols. Charts or helpful indexes. The last summer lumbered to its inevitable end. The way a song modulates from minor to major chords. Achieving dissonance, consonance, and harmony. Then dies in the listener’s ears. She like the previous summer has already left, without your noticing it. She has no more plans for you this winter. But you have continued to believe in your love for her. Even when her perfume has wafted into the thin blue air. And the magic has died down? Unless you know the quality of your soil: these seeds of your errors can creep upon the path of your feelings. Your small stories already wondering away. And the only story could be the one that lies ahead, of all these small stories of yours.
Engaged by the resonances of the language of love. Relying on the tricks of your mind getting you home. You have bought into this marriage thing. For the two years you have been seeing the other. Your mind has spread out; away from you. Has no more plain symbols. Charts or helpful indexes. The last summer lumbered to its inevitable end. The way a song modulates from minor to major chords. Achieving dissonance, consonance, and harmony. Then dies in the listener’s ears. She like the previous summer has already left, without your noticing it. She has no more plans for you this winter. But you have continued to believe in your love for her. Even when her perfume has wafted into the thin blue air. And the magic has died down? Unless you know the quality of your soil: these seeds of your errors can creep upon the path of your feelings. Your small stories already wondering away. And the only story could be the one that lies ahead, of all these small stories of yours.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
ZEN
Zen
How could I store this material…
On this page, freezing myself from
Unknown meaning maps?
Zen has a corner market
On human nature’s relation
To human mind, the human
Mind that prickles perks at
Some things, you have salvaged
Through a haphazard life.
Since you are conscious of
Yourself as a distinct moment
Then appearance is no different
Than desire and
Intuition is more valuable
Than knowledge.
These human truths are only
Shadows of the real truths
That human nature knows what
It doesn’t know
And it doesn’t know
What it knows
And how can that harm you
Even if it’s not true?
You know you are now the captain of
Your own body, a well lived
Body, learning from the sharp
Cuts and jags you are just
Coming to sad manhood.
Calm now, the universe
Assembles itself
If you ask me
It’s you who is really lost.
Sluices of meanings shows
Balm of naked honesty
Painful with words that make
No meanings, information is
The only key component in
This language game.
How could I store this material…
On this page, freezing myself from
Unknown meaning maps?
Zen has a corner market
On human nature’s relation
To human mind, the human
Mind that prickles perks at
Some things, you have salvaged
Through a haphazard life.
Since you are conscious of
Yourself as a distinct moment
Then appearance is no different
Than desire and
Intuition is more valuable
Than knowledge.
These human truths are only
Shadows of the real truths
That human nature knows what
It doesn’t know
And it doesn’t know
What it knows
And how can that harm you
Even if it’s not true?
You know you are now the captain of
Your own body, a well lived
Body, learning from the sharp
Cuts and jags you are just
Coming to sad manhood.
Calm now, the universe
Assembles itself
If you ask me
It’s you who is really lost.
Sluices of meanings shows
Balm of naked honesty
Painful with words that make
No meanings, information is
The only key component in
This language game.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Saturday, December 18, 2010
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