The Mountain has Fallen
Last week I got up to find the workers building a flat for me onto my daughter’s home, gathered outside the back door. They took their hats off and said to me through the supervisor on site, “we are sorry sir, the mountain has fallen”. I knew at once what they were talking about – it was the death of Morgan Tsvangirai in South Africa after a long struggle with colon Cancer.
They were not alone – the entire country has been in mourning for the past week and hundreds of thousands have attended memorials and the funeral itself. Just yesterday in the pouring rain, tens of thousands in red were at the burial in Buhera.
When I spoke at one memorial service I said that when Mugabe had been removed from office the whole country celebrated, when Tsvangirai died, the country wept.
It was a fitting farewell for a man who has changed the face of Zimbabwe completely in the past 37 years – playing a role that in many ways was more important than that of Robert Mugabe. The latter may have held almost absolute power for 37 years but has left Zimbabwe as one of the poorest countries in the world in per capita GDP terms, has been responsible for millions of deaths through poverty, malnutrition, exposure, diseases and politically inspired and directed violence. He has destroyed his legacy and when he dies, he may get a State Funeral and a gun carriage, but he will not get the royal send off that the people have given Morgan Tsvangirai.
He was 65 when he died and started out having to leave his rural home as a teenager with just two years of secondary education – his family could not afford to fund further education and he secured a position in a textile plant. After a few years he found a better job in the mining industry and joined the Mine Workers Union. He rose rapidly through the ranks and became the Secretary General of the umbrella organisation the Zimbabwe Congress of Trade Unions.