I am told that there are certain factions within the “Beloved Mighty Movement” that intend to see me come to some sort of harm.
Firstly, this is par for the course. There will always be those that would like to see one meet with some sort of accident. Case in point, Samora M, a local leader and neighbour who met with a tragic event, generated, some say by dark forces who, through a long and convoluted journey, wished to marry his wife. Another poor soul was a certain Samual D who was tortured for a can of Budweiser. Poor Sam had his ear cut off for the world’s worst beer. What a shame.
Secondly, this will never, ever change. As long as there is Africa, there will be those that have and those that want. (Forget about the have-nots. They make up the voting public and are only to be worried about at election time). Those that want will always try and take from those of us that have what they want. See Liberia, the DRC (previously Zaire – someone wanted a name change, it seems) and Kenya. Forget about Zimbawe, nobody wants what they have.
Thirdly, just because someone wants your office, or your medals, that does not mean that you have to give it to them.
Fourthly, and related to thirdly, giving someone what they want, does not mean them taking what they want from you. In other words, surround yourself with yes-men. Men who do what you say, agree with your policies & politics and proclaim to be loyal to your leadership. How do you generate yes-men? By giving them what they want. A further aide de comp that you may want to keep close and entrust to certain highlevel positions of power is what is called “the muscle”. In my case, Mr Sebenza Whataboy Ditlopo. This is your go-to man when you need a bit of, how shall I say it…a show of who really is in charge.
Fifthly, never trust anybody. Always sleep alone and with one eye open.
Watch your back, boy!