Mother of Zimbabwe

It is his faith--his unshakeable faith--that has kept Zimbabwean Prime Minister Morgan Richard Tsvangirai from never giving up under the most harrowing circumstances. It was that faith that kept him going through the frightening multiple political assassination attempts on his life. It was his faith, too, that saw him survive terrible wounds from beatings so brutal that they garnered international outcry. In the daytime nightmare life that Zimbabwe has become, Morgan Tsvangirai was once even almost thrown from a 10th floor window by suspected Robert Mugabe government thugs.

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It often could be said that Tsvangirai was down, but never out. Throughout it all, Tsvangirai’s loyal and loving wife Susan was ever at his side. Badly injured himself, friends and family say that Tsvangirai was inconsolable with grief in a bed at the hospital where Susan died after a car accident Friday afternoon. Mrs. Tsvangirai, who lay awake nights praying rarely sleeping, leaves behind a brood of six children, including 12-year-old twins, Millicent and Vincent. Only death could keep her away from her husband’s side. In spite of the multiple assassination attempts against her husband, it was her own death that separated this couple who have been together since their 1978 wedding. Instead of complaining, this “Mother of Zimbabwe Children” prayed; “God is our ultimate shield,” being her lifelong fervent creed. Like her husband, the son of a bricklayer, humility played the chief role in her life. Typical of her character, her one, long cherished dream was to help women and children better their lives should she ever make it to State House as First Lady. Susan Tsvangirai’s death has made impoverished Zimbabwe a Nation of Grief. A nation was mourning its lost mother on Sunday, International Womens Day, and no one stated it more poignantly than Alex T. Magaisa of [url=http://www.newzimbabwe.com]http://www.newzimbabwe.com[/url]. “When I was a small boy, my friends and I in the village would often go out to the pastures with the village cattle. They were many, over one hundred at any given time. We knew each by name and they, too, knew their names--the bulls, the cows and their calves. “We would sit, play and watch as the cattle peacefully grazed the beautiful green grass. But often, we would get carried away and when it came to rounding them up to return home, we would discover that one of two were missing. They would have wandered into the thick bushes. “If a cow was lost, the young, hungry calf would often be a good instrument to search for its mother. So we would take it along and it would cry for its mother. Her cry, we had learned over the years, would eventually capture the mother’s attention. “It was a cry that the mother would be hard-pressed to ignore. the maternal instinct would cause her to respond. And in so doing, by responding, she would announce her location. That was our way of finding her. We would be happy and return home. “Today, the children of Zimbabwe are crying the cry of the calves. But we will never again hear the mother’s return call. Not in this world. For she is not in this universe, anymore. She is gone, taken away in the most brutal and tragic of circumstances. My eyes well-up even as I type this, for the maternal answer will be heard no more. “What was extraordinary about Mai Tsvangirai is how ordinary she was. She carried herself as such. She always reminded me of Mai Chipo who lived next door, or Mai Rumbi who lived in Mufakose. She was not pretentious. She shone brightly in her ordinary garments. She was always there, by her husband’s side. “The children of Zimbabwe have lost a mother....If there were a word that communicated it better than `sad’ I would employ it to describe the state of today, in the aftermath of her departure. “People will be emotional. We all are. On this day; indeed on this occasion, decisions will probably be called. Mai Tsvangirai would have supported her husband. And whatever decision he makes, I’m sure she would be supportive too. I hope though, that she will not die in vain. I hope her efforts for many years will not go to waste. I just hope that her husband’s detractors will not have their way. “I wish the Prime Minister well. I join others in praying for his speedy recovery. It will be very hard. We can only hope that she is there now by His side and that she will, from time to time, whisper in His ear telling Him about the plight of her children; the children of Zimbabwe. So even if we might never hear her again, perhaps she will hear us and give good counsel so that our suffering might end. Rest in Peace, Save, Rest in Peace Musaigwa.” God bless Morgan Tsvangirai, and deliver him from evil. He will need his faith more than ever now.

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