COINCIDENCE is the term behind the writing of this letter.
Whenever President Mugabe celebrates his birthday, I and my family are commemorating the death of my fa
ther on February 21 1996.
It was at 11pm when the news of his death reached my ears. He had died four hours earlier of liver-related ailments. He had been ill for two months.
I felt disempowered, disturbed, weakened and despirited to say the least. I did not know what to do or where to start.
I even failed, so amazingly, to shed a tear until the day he was interred in the rural areas of Chenhunguru in Zvishavane.
My father died at 42 and had served 22 years as a Shabanie Mine employee.
Earlier in the day, I had bought a copy of the Herald which carried, as is always the case, President Mugabe’s birthday supplement. I have been buying the paper for its 21st February supplement since my seventh grade in 1989.
It was so pleasing to celebrate our state president’s birthday. Since I was 389 km away from the celebration venue, I played my part by just perusing through his history as a liberator and president.
Little did I know that later in the evening, I would be mourning the death of my father who seemed to be in good health the last time I had seen him on the same day.
Since then, I have been celebrating the birthday and deathday of the president and my late father respectfully.
Five days ago I was at it again, remembering my father on his deathday and nine years of separation. Coincidentally, it was President Mugabe’s 81st birthday as well. Long live RG Mugabe!
To my father I say rest in peace. Lord have mercy. Coincidences occur but this one is incredible.