This morning I listened to an article on the radio which made me cry. It was of small children escaping from Zimbabwe into South Africa. Because they had not food and their parents could not feed them. Many were dying on the journey, being robbed and beet up by gangs along the way. Some were so small they were just being abandoned by their parents to fend for themselves. These children were travelling hundreds of miles to find help.
Mugabe may have a wish to live to 100 years in age, but his country will become more destitute and corrupt each and every day he is in power. As he ages, instead of having compassion for his own country he becomes more and more crazed. He clutches onto power like he is clutching onto a life raft. He has a grip of steel. But it is inevitable. For all his wealth and power in this deprived county there is one certainty he can not escape. The one thing which is so obvious. He will die. Not because of a sniper bullet, or the quick swipe of a machete, or even a good kicking from a group of bandits he doesn't know. He will die because he is old. When this happens the lives of each of his family will be at threat as well. Every wife, every one of his own children. When he goes his country may live, but the certainty is there and it is inescapable. If he doesn't die he may become susceptible to an age related illness. Brain clot, Alzheimer's, or some other debilitating illness. His party will fizzle out, and those who remember him will only recall a corrupt, bitter genocidal maniac who ended up shitting his own pants.
