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The fast-track land reform of Zimbabwe between 1998 and 2007 was a tremendous movement which caused an international outcry. It tended to be violent towards the whites who were on land. The land was violently taken from white farmers and given to black Zimbabweans. The effects of that movement are still deeply felt across that country.

The issue of imbalances in the ownership of land between the settler whites and the black indigenous majority is one that runs across the sub-Saharan region.
In Kenya, for example, the well-known Land (and) Freedom Army, popularly known as the Mau Mau, was formed in the early 1950s partly due to land imbalances between settler and native. Mau Mau protracted an insurgency whose primary objectives were to repossess the land and also to gain national independence until the British government initiated liberation talks with Kenyan leaders in 1960 and independence was achieved in 1964.

In South Africa, while the discriminatory policies affected every aspect of South African life, it was on the access and ownership to land where it was heavily felt. Black ownership of property, which in most cases is defined by land in either urban or rural areas, was very difficult. African ownership of land was based on communal tenure systems that were promoted by the whites in a manner that strangled Africans. Successive land laws alienated Africans from their land. The Group Areas Act itself was used to enforce the racial segregation laws in South Africa. Blacks were generally relocated to African “reserves” which were renamed ‘homelands.’

It is said that when the South African government took over the administration of Namibia in 1920, approximately 12 million hectares of prime land were in the hands of the whites. By 1925, a further 12 million hectares had been given to the whites, mostly Afrikaner farmers. While large tracts of arable land were being allocated to the whites, the Native Land Commission proclaimed a paltry 2 million hectares for Africans who constituted 90 percent of the population.
In Namibia, and South Africa today, the land question is still hanging.

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Regardless of the land reform that took place in that country, in Zimbabwe there has been a few literary works which are based solely and broadly on the fast-track land reform (1998-2007), in the manner of Jorge Amado’s The Violent Land of 1943, where the land issue is the author’s sole attention and not just selected events in the background. This prompted some people in the literary field to ask, ‘Where is the literature of the Zimbabwe land reform?’

The fast-track land reform phase brought Zimbabwe into the international spotlight, arguably much more than the liberation struggle for Zimbabwe itself.
The assumption is that the Zimbabwean writer of fiction is a betrayer in that he does not write about the burning issues of his country. The other assumption is that since you are a writer, you must ‘know everything’ enough to sit down and just write now-now!

So that is why I, Memory Chirere, a published Zimbabwean writer had already gone out much earlier into the field from 1999 to 2000. The great writer, Dambudzo Marechera, had done the same; researching in order to write a book called Scrapiron Blues. I adopted his methods and went out to see and listen to people and scribble notes in my vicinity of Bindura town in northern Zimbabwe before I could write about the fast-track land reform.

I was taking down notes on what the typical actors said and did during the onset of the fast-track land reform of Zimbabwe. The intention was not only to try and create a historical fictional piece of work out of that but also to work out the implications of the actions and utterances of the fast-track land reform actors had to a writer. These actors are what I often refer to as ‘my targets.’

As demonstrated before by Tolstoy in the process of writing War and Peace in Russia and Pepetela in the case of Mayombe in Angola, I was aware that to be able to create around any historic event, the writer needs to listen carefully to real people and come to terms with the validity of their utterances and actions before fictionalising them.

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I discovered that these actors and characters on the ground were already in search of an author, in the fashion of Luigi Pirandelo’s play of 1921, Six Characters In search of An Author.
In that play, the rehearsal of a play is about to begin, action is unexpectedly interrupted by the arrival of six strange people who explain that they are themselves – unfinished characters in search of an author to finish their story! This was a unique case in Creative Writing where the characters or targets demanded to be ‘created’ in a certain way.

The evaluation of the land reform in Zimbabwe (by Zimbabweans) was playing out viciously in what may seem informal courts like the bars, the weddings, the funerals and other gatherings where, once in a while, individuals utter attitudinal and maybe, factual statements like: Unotora farm yemurungu usina kana badza, unoti ucharima nei? Mauraya the bread basket of Southern Africa! (You grab a white-man’s farm when you do not even have a hoe. So how will you till the land? You have destroyed the bread-basket of Southern Africa!), Purazi ndinoridii ini zvangu, I am a professional ane basa rake! (Why do I need a farm? I am a contended professional?), Ko nyika yose zvayave maruzevha nhaimiwe! (The land reform has villagised the whole country!)

The assumption is that all our informal utterances are texts and that we are their fortunate and unfortunate authors, writing and rewriting what we have grown to take as fact and rational perceptions. My targets around Bindura were not only demanding to be written about but were also writing out how they read or misread history.
During the fast-track stage of the land reform, Bindura was awash with passersby; men and women of all ages from around Mashonaland Central who moved in teams of 50 to 100 to 150 and sometimes whole villages, as they occupied and parcelled out land willy-nilly on the commercial farms.

They passed through Bindura town to connect routes, to buy groceries and to see relatives and one of their key utterance was (We have come to take the mortar) ‘Tauya kuzotora dhaga.’ To the employed class of Bindura like teachers, nurses, police officers, clerks, these people initially appeared unpolished and unreasonable and even possessed by evil spirits. The Tauya kuzotora dhaga language came across as a physical action. It had the image of grabbing something with one’s bare hands, taking it to some other place where it rightfully belonged.

The use of dhaga in that statement was reminiscent of the construction site because ‘dhaga’ and ‘ivhu’ are quite different. Dhaga is mortar, the builder’s paste mixture of soil, cement, sand and water. It is as if these people were desperately looking to build a mortar and that whatever they had been building was in danger of not being completed because of the shortage.

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From a certain angle, this was apt because (from the acute overcrowding) farming space had visibly run out in the nearby TTLs like Madziwa, Chiweshe and Dotito, exactly in the fashion of the running out of building mortar. Ironically the shortage of land was the major grievance that subsequently led to the war of liberation itself.

This being the onset of the fast track land reform, the Bindura audience wondered how this ‘kutora dhaga’ would occur in a legal sense. In the so-called modern capitalist setting, where land tenure is individual and private, how would one simply say they have come all the way from a village to take prime land?
I wondered how I would use these people in a story or poem or novel. Would I be on the side of my targets? Would I instead portray them as people from an outer space? If I were to go on their side, would I present them truthfully when I was not part of ‘kutora dhaga’? I was supposed to be a mere objective observer.

At some point, I battled with the other question: Should I, the author, stop listening and scribbling and join these people ‘pakutora dhaga’ and write later? I happen to come from the same place as some of these people and had grown up amidst the land shortage grievances which spanned back to the days of occupation.
Then as the author, I was certain that there are two main ways of acquiring land in a traditional Shona society from where the kutora dhaga people came from: (a) an individual obtains land rights by residence. As long as individuals were politically acceptable in the community/village, they acquired a piece of land after consulting the village headman, who in turn had constant contact with the sub chief or chief. Once an individual had acquired a piece of land, the community protected his/her rights to its use as long as he continued to use it. When not in use, land reverted to the community.

(b) An individual obtains land through lineage: — In this system, access to agricultural land was exclusively reserved for use by the members who traced their heritage from a common ancestry. As a rule, transfer of land rights among the Luvale for example was between matrilineal relatives or friends, and the land rights of a deceased person were most likely taken over by a matrilineal relative.

So where was kutora dhaga coming from? During this search for a story, I spoke to Johnston Machinjike of Chiweshe (June: 2000). He said to me: Chamunondibvunza chiiko nhai sakuwana? Ndinonzva naivo asekuru wangu kuti dhaga tikambenge taritorehwa zvitsvenetsvene novarungu pavakauya zvokuti ukatarisa mune maorange mese umu mune makuva edu vanhu veKwaChiweshe. Kwatinoita uku hudzoka mwachewe! Iri pamusimha ndonjiri. (Don’t ask silly questions, stranger. I understand that we were pushed from all the land around here and if you go around the estates you will find graves upon graves of the people of Chiweshe.)

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With the help of hindsight, my target was making an argument. He wanted compensation as land reform. He was not talking about restitution! According to Virgo Graham, the law of restitution is the law of gains-based recovery. It is to be contrasted with the law of restitution which is the law of loss-based recovery. Obligations to make restitution and obligations to pay compensation are each a type of legal response to events in the real world.
When a court orders restitution it orders the defendant to give up his/her gains to the claimant. When a court orders compensation it orders the defendant to pay the claimant for his or her loss.

My target was not looking for land in order to be productive but as a form of recovery. He surely deserved such a minimum demand. World History is replete with such stories. This had played out and continues to play out in the territories of the Red Indians in the United States and Aborigines in Australia. For my target, this was a very emotional moment. My target wanted to seize the moment. My character had no luxury to think if he was right or wrong because he was here to right a historic wrong.
Another statement was: “Muri kungomera pese pese fanika howa” which means (You are just germinating haphazardly like mushroom.)

This statement was uttered by critics of the fast-track land reform programme to describe the mushrooming of farming settlements on farms that legally belonged to white people. The assumption is why these people got onto the farms without consulting any formal authorities. The occupiers would appear, sometimes unannounced and start to clear land and farming activity would begin. Soon they would be joined by others and there would be a farm within a farm within a farm.

It is at this precise moment that I did a quick sketch of a short story called Maize. It was first published in Writing Still Weaver Press in 2003. It is a story based on a woman in Shamva during the fast-track land programme that I came across when accompanying a journalist friend. She was a very beautiful woman staying all by herself in a hut in the middle of a partial clearing where her maize crop was beginning to germinate. We rushed to her hut to avoid the impending storm. I imagined myself coming back to see her on my own under the pretence of having left my luggage in her hut during the first visit.

‘Kungomera sehowa’ (just germinating like mushroom) is a statement coming from a derogatory Shona term ‘mwana wekuhowa’ (child from mushroom gathering spree) More precisely, this means a miracle child who came from a woman who had gone out gathering mushrooms.
Therefore, those who were ‘germinating’ on the farms like mushroom are perceived as upstarts and bringers of tragedy and mishap just like the boy from the mushroom world.

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This points at the supposed immorality of the land reform programme since all these settlements are growth without design. It is important that the mushroom signify mythical happenings because mushroom, suddenly springs from the ground.
The land reform in Zimbabwe has proved to me, maybe more than the liberation struggle itself, that when we fictionalise events of our time through song, poetry, novel, sculpture and others, we are challenged to go beyond scripting and sculpting and ask ourselves; who am I in all this?

In an essay of 1987, Dambudzo Marechera himself says: “If brightness can fall from the air, then, as with Heinrich Heine, good poetry is the art of making invisibility visible. If I am looking at something, and I am conscious of myself looking, does that affect what I see?” Every writer, indeed, is a writer in politics because even if you make the invisible visible, what we see from your work are the conversations that you have done with the subject through what you have privileged or underplayed.

Memory Chirere

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Down in the Dump: Conclusion

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I closed last week by recording the dreadful news that trashy Trump had been elected called to mind WB Yeats’s poem “The Second Coming.” This is the poem whose opening lines gave Chinua Achebe the phrase “things fall apart.”

Yeats observes “Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold / Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.”

It was written in 1919 and controversially uses Christian imagery relating to the Apocalypse and the Second Coming to reflect on the atmosphere in Europe following the slaughter of the First World War and the devastating flu epidemic that followed this.

It also reflects on the Irish War of Independence against British rule.

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In lines that I can now read as if applying to the recent American election, Yeats mourns: “The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity.”

And then I can visualise Trump in the poem’s closing lines: “What rough beast is this, its hour come round at last, / Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born?”

Trump is certainly a rough beast and isn’t the choice of verb, slouching, just perfect? For a non-allegorical account of the threat posed by the Dump, I can’t do better than to quote (as I often do) that fine South African political journalist, Will Shoki. In his words: “Trump’s administration simply won’t care about Palestinians, about the DRC, about the Sudanese.

It will be indifferent to the plight of the downtrodden and the oppressed, who will be portrayed as weak and pathetic. And it will give carte blanche [that is, free rein] to despotism and tyranny everywhere.

Not even social media, that once revered third-space we associated with subversion and revolution in the first quarter of the 21st century can save us because Silicon Valley is in Trump’s back pocket.”

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So what follows the triumph of the Dump? We can’t just sit down and moan and bemoan. In a more recent piece of hers than the one I quoted last week, Rebecca Solnit has observed: “Authoritarians like Trump love fear, defeatism, surrender. Do not give them what they want . . . We must lay up supplies of love, care, trust, community and resolve — so we may resist the storm.”

Katt Lissard tells me that on November 7th following the confirmation of the election result, in the daytime and well into the evening in Manhattan, New York, there was a large demonstration in support of the immigrants Trump despises.

And a recent piece by Natasha Lennard gives us courage in its title “The Answer to Trump’s Victory is Radical Action.”

So, my Basotho readers, how about the peaceful bearing of some placards in front of the US Embassy in Maseru? Because the Dump doesn’t like you guys and gals one little bit.

One last morsel. I had intended to end this piece with the above call to action, but can’t resist quoting the following comment from the New York Times of November 13th on Trump’s plans to appoint his ministers.

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I’m not sure a satirical gibe was intended (the clue is in the repeated use of the word “defence”), but it made me guffaw nonetheless. “Trump will nominate Pete Hegseth, a Fox News host with no government experience, as his defence secretary. Hegseth has often defended Trump on TV.” You see, it’s all about the Dump.

  • Chris Dunton is a former Professor of English and Dean of Humanities at the National University of Lesotho.

 

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A question of personal gain

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Recently, an audio recording featuring the distressed MP for Thaba-Bosiu Constituency, Joseph Malebaleba, circulated on social media. The MP appears to have spent a sleepless night, struggling with the situation in which he and his associates from the Revolution for Prosperity (RFP) party were denied a school feeding tender valued at M250 million per annum.

In 2022, Lesotho’s political landscape underwent a significant shift with the emergence of the RFP led by some of the country’s wealthiest individuals. Among them was Samuel Ntsokoane Matekane, arguably one of the richest people in Lesotho, who took the helm as the party’s leader and ultimately, the Prime Minister of Lesotho.

The RFP’s victory in the general election raised eyebrows, and their subsequent actions have sparked concerns about the motivations behind their involvement in politics.

In an interview with an American broadcasting network just after he won the elections, Matekane made a striking statement, proclaiming that he would run Lesotho exactly as he runs his business.

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At first glance, many thought he was joking, but as time has shown, his words were far from an idle threat. In the business world, the primary goal is to maximize profits, and it appears that the RFP is adopting a similar approach to governance.

Behind the scenes, alarming developments have been unfolding. A communication from an RFP WhatsApp group revealed a disturbing request from the Minister of Communications, Nthati Moorosi, who asked if anyone in the group had a construction business and could inbox her.

This raises questions about the RFP’s focus on using government resources to benefit their own business interests.

The government has been embroiled in a series of scandals that have raised serious concerns about the ethical conduct of its officials. Recent reports have revealed shocking incidents of misuse of public funds and conflicts of interest among key government figures.

Over the past two years, the RFP has been accused of awarding government contracts to companies affiliated with their members, further solidifying concerns about their self-serving agenda. For instance, vehicles purchased for the police were allegedly sourced from suppliers connected to a Minister’s son and MP.

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The MP for Peka, Mohopoli Monokoane, was found to have hijacked fertiliser intended to support impoverished farmers, diverting crucial resources away from those in need for personal gain.

Such actions not only betray the trust of the public but also have a direct impact on the livelihoods of vulnerable communities. Monokoane appeared before the courts of law this week.

While farmers voice their concerns regarding fertiliser shortages, it seems that Bishop Teboho Ramela of St. Paul African Apostolic Church, who is also a businessman, is allegedly involved in a corrupt deal concerning a M10 million fertilizer allocation, benefiting from connections with wealthy individuals in government.

The procurement of fertiliser appears to be mired in controversy; recall that the Minister of Agriculture, Food Security and Nutrition, Thabo Mofosi, was also implicated in the M43 million tender.

The renovation of government buildings with elaborate lighting systems was contracted to a company owned by the son of an MP. The RFP’s enthusiasm for infrastructure development, specifically road construction and maintenance, is also tainted by self-interest, as they have companies capable of performing these tasks and supplying the necessary materials, such as asphalt.

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Minister Moteane finds himself in a compromising situation regarding a lucrative M100 million airport tender that was awarded to his former company. Ministers have even gone so far as to award themselves ownership of diamond mines.

Meanwhile, the nation struggles with national identification and passport shortages, which according to my analysis the RFP seems hesitant to address until they can find a way to partner with an international company that will benefit their own interests.

The people of Lesotho are left wondering if their leaders are truly committed to serving the nation or simply lining their own pockets. As the RFP’s grip on power tightens, the consequences for Lesotho’s democracy and economy hang precariously in the balance.

It is imperative that citizens remain vigilant and demand transparency and accountability from their leaders, lest the nation slide further into an era of self-serving governance.

In conclusion, the RFP’s dominance has raised serious concerns about the motives behind their involvement in politics. The apparent prioritisation of personal profit over public welfare has sparked widespread disillusionment and mistrust among the population.

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As Lesotho navigates this critical juncture, it is essential that its leaders are held accountable for their actions and that the nation’s best interests are placed above those of individuals.

Only through collective effort and a strong commitment to transparency and accountability can Lesotho ensure a brighter future for all its citizens.

Ramahooana Matlosa

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Down in the Dump: Part One

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Attentive readers will recall that some weeks ago, I scribbled a series of pieces on elections due to be held in the UK, France, South Africa, and the USA. These elections were unusually critical for the well-being of their countries and even that of the world.

The results of the last of these elections are now with us and we are faced with the devastating news that Donald Trump is heading back to the White House.

I can hardly think of worse news to swallow or to equip the world to survive the years ahead.

The Dump, as I call him, is one of the most odious, dangerous, untrustworthy individuals currently inhabiting planet Earth. To cite a few of his demerits: he is a convicted felon; he believes climate change is a hoax; he is a sexist and a racist (one of his former military advisers has gone so far as to describe him as a fascist).

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He is a snuggle buddy of the Russian dictator Vladimir Putin and will probably discontinue aid to Ukraine as it resists invasion by Russia. Western European allies such as France, Germany and the UK are dismayed at his victory, as he holds the principles of democracy and constitutionalism in contempt.

As for Africa, well, he once described it as a “shit country,” so don’t look forward to much support from him.

Readers who spent time at the NUL will remember my dear colleague Katt Lissard who is now back home in New York. She spent some years with us as a Professor specialising in Theatre studies and was the Artistic Director of our international Winter / Summer Institute for Theatre for Development.

Many activists in the USA like Katt, who don’t see themselves as part of the political mainstream, chose to campaign for the Democrats and Kamala Harris in the hope of keeping Trump and the far right out of power. Confronted with the news of Trump’s victory, she sent an email to friends noting this was “just a brief check-in from the incomprehensible USA.”

She then explained: “We’re in shock and the early days of processing, but white supremacy, misogyny and anti-immigrant bias are alive and well and driving the boat here.” So, how do Katt and millions of decent, like-minded Americans plan to weather the storm?

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Katt explained: “We were deeply depressed and deeply furious as it became clear that one of the worst human beings on the planet was going back to the White House, but we are still breathing and know that we will in the days ahead begin to formulate plans and strategies—and not just for heading north across the Canadian border.”

Picking up on that last point, it may well be that many decent Americans might just up and off across the border; Canada had better prepare for an avalanche of applications for residence permits.

And not just from Americans; in, for example, the American university system alone there are many many Africans employed in high positions (Professors and such-like), who must now face the fact they are living in a country whose leader despises them and who may opt to get out.

In her email written to her friends, once the news from hell had been confirmed, Katt quoted a piece by Rebecca Solnit, one of the most exciting writers at work in the USA today (readers may remember that I have previously reviewed two of her books for this newspaper, Whose Story is This? and Recollections of My Non-Existence).

Now Solnit is a feminist and at the heart of her work is a dissection of the way women have been marginalised in the USA (let’s remember that Kamala Harris, the Presidential candidate who lost to Trump, did so partly because so many American males could not bring themselves to vote for a woman.

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I am thinking of the kind of male who invaded the White House when it was announced Trump had lost the 2020 election, bare-chested and wearing cow-horn helmets on their numbskull heads).

Solnit has this to say on our response to the Trump victory: “They want you to feel powerless and to surrender and to let them trample everything and you are not going to let them.

You are not giving up and neither am I. The fact that we cannot save everything does not mean we cannot save anything and everything we can save is worth saving.

You may need to grieve or scream or take time off, but you have a role no matter what, and right now good friends and good principles are worth gathering in.

Remember what you love. Remember what loves you. Remember in this tide of hate what love is.” And then: “A lot of us are going to resist by building solidarity and sanctuary.”

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What is so morale-boosting about Solnit’s piece is not just her vision but also her command of language.
Her writing is so crisp and elegant. Language comes at us at its best, of course, in literature, and when I heard that the Dump was on the move back to the White House, I immediately recalled one of the most startling poems in the English language, “The Second Coming” by the Irish poet WB Yeats.

I’ll kick off with that next week.

To be concluded

Chris Dunton

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