THE DAY MANDELA DIED
Mwananyandi Mukunyandela Mukuyoyisa
Today, 5th
December 2015, South Africa and the rest of the world commemorate the second
anniversary of the passing away of one, Nelson Ŕ Mandela Madiba.
Arguably, the passing away of Madiba (memorial &
burial), one of the greatest sons of Africa, can stand out as one of the most
outstanding events of the decade so far.
I particularly
remember the day Mandela died for a slightly different reason. Like many sons
and daughters of the Barotse soil I was among the
hundreds if not thousands of people who converged in Mongu
to give a thunderous welcome to one of our own who in many ways and to many of
us is a miniature Madiba among us, from a two months
incarceration at Mwembeshi 'landlocked Island', one
Clement Wainyae Sinyinda.
I was awakened
that day by a phone call like many which followed it alerting me that Mongu Airstrip has become a hive of Zambia Police 'Force'
activities since long before dawn. Swarms of policemen and women have been seen
trooping in that direction possibly to seal off the place in an attempt to bar
any Malozi enthusiasts from accessing it so as to
give Rt Hon Sinyinda the
fitting welcome he deserved.
The plane
carrying Rt. Hon Sinyinda was schedulled
to touch down at 14:55hrs but before
midmorning the whole place was cordoned off by heavily armed police officers as
if it was the scene of some hideous crime of the magnitude of the twin tower
bombings in the USA. The Police mounted a serious road block near Mbikusita location (formerly known as Kapulanga,
but popularly called Baghdad), stopping, questioning and blocking everyone who
wanted to have access to the airstrip. By 14:30hrs when my colleagues and I
successfully went through the road block because our vehicle was mistaken to be
the one to pick Rt. Hon Sinyinda, a mammoth crowd was
gathered by the road block chanting freedom songs and slogans as well as
shouting unprintable obscenities to the Police who were largely perceived to be
the symbol of oppression in Zambia-occupied Barotseland.
As soon as the
sound of the aircraft carrying the Rt Hon was heard
from a distance the uniformed men put up a strange and theatrical show as they
ran to surround the airstrip as if the aircraft that was about to land was
carrying a dangerous criminal who needed to be apprehended on touch down. For a moment I could see that
Madam Sinyinda was griped with fear that the husband
was due for a dramatic re arrest. None of the handful people who had made it
through the barriers to the air strip were allowed to come anywhere close to
the landing airplane except for about three to five very close relatives who
included the wife and some members of the press also forced their way to the
landing aircraft. The actual vehicle to carry Honourable Sinyinda
had to be driven into the airstrip. The driver was given strict instruction to
drive very fast and not to pass through Mongu town as
was the programme of the organisers but to use the back street through Mbikusita to the Honourable's
residence under very heavy police escort. After
very few handshakes and hugs Honourable Sinyinda was
ushered into the waiting vehicle and the marching orders were given as everyone
else had to trot behind the convoy of Honourable Sinyinda
sandwiched between vehicles carrying heavily armed men in uniforms while the
rest of police officers were trotting on foot. The motorcade couldn't go
through the point where the road block was mounted as the people would not budge
and barricaded the road forcing the motorcade to stop as the people thronged
the car carrying their beloved leader with some even climbing on top of the
vehicle. It took police firing some gun shorts and teargas canisters to make
the crowds scamper in all directions and allow the motorcade to continue on its
fast and furious mission. The crowds soon realised the plot and made a
turnaround making a chase of the convoy while others totally enraged by the police
tactics responded by hitting back with missiles of stones as they chanted 'one
man one stone'.
By the time my
colleagues and I finally drove into the gate of the Honourable Sinyinda's residence, the place was already teaming with multitudes
of people from literally all walks of life sloganeering and chanting freedom
songs. One wonders how these people made it in such a short space of time
racing with a cruising motorcade. All along the about 3km stretching, from Mungu airstrip to Honourable Sinyinda's
residence, were hundreds of people all eager to get to the destination as those
who had already made it. The uninvited police escort vehicles were packed all
around the Honourable's residence.
Some youths
went into the living room where the man of the day was trying to make himself comfortable in the midst of the confusion and
grabbed him, taking him 'by air' as they say. They took him out of the house
and even out of the wall-fence where the armed police officers were packed
still in their full riot gear. The youths were chanting "Sinyinda ki wa luna"(Sinyinda is our man). What was very clear to me as I
watched this spectacular event was the fact that the unarmed masses had no fear
at all while the heavily armed cops were gripped with fear even as they
clutched on to their weaponry. I kept thinking to myself through the
formalities like the singing, welcoming remarks, prayers and speeches, could
this be what the great Mandela meant when he said; "There comes a time
when those whose rights are trodden upon have to choose between submission to
the oppressors and fighting to regain their humanity." Or indeed when he
said; "No people is perpetually too weak to stand up for its rights."
After a
flamboyant introduction and invitation to the podium by Hon Mutungulu
Wanga, theman of that moment
rose to the occasion and delivered his prepared speech in Silozi,
switching to English once in a while when he needed to emphasise a point that
he wanted the media representatives present to get clearly. In hindsight, as I
sit to reflect and go over the written speech that was delivered, I cannot but
note some threads of sublime truths running through the entire speech, albeit
so brief and to the point. He made constant and indeed generous reference to
the wisdom of our forefathers as passed on to us from generation to generation
through adages. The Hon Ngambela (as his supporters
would love to refer to him other than 'former Ngambela')
pledged continued commitment to the struggle when he said "... The matter
that landed us in Mwembeshi Maximum Prison is a big
and serious issue for which we are not ashamed, let alone regret. To the
contrary it is one for which we are profoundly proud in accordance with one of
our forefathers' adages that says "Mufanasaye ni muteeba;
ta lyokwe ni mufa na mbuyuyu
mukanwa .... In line with the wisdom embodied in
these adages passed on to us by our forefathers, I wish to commit myself to
continue without retreat even after my incarceration to fight for the rights of
Barotseland and its peoples.”
Even as I
listened to these words and as I go over them again and again, these days, they
strike a chord of resemblance to the famous words of Madiba
at the famous trial when he said at the conclusion of the Rivonia
trial "During my lifetime I have dedicated myself to this struggle for the
African People. I have fought against White domination and I have fought
against Black domination. I have cherished the Ideal of a democratic and free
society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal
opportunities. It is an ideal which I hope to live for and to achieve. But if
needs be it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die"
As I took the
long journey back home after the spectacular events of that memorable day and
even as I tried to take some sleep at about midnight when I finally arrived at
my humble home, the events of the day kept replaying themselves in my
memory. Owing to that fact I had a
terrible insomnia and no matter what trick I tried from the book I could not go
to sleep. Finally I conceded defeat and pulled myself out of bed and made my
way to the living room. I got the remote control and instinctively turned the
TV on as I slumped into my sofa. My eyes immediately caught the words rolling
at the bottom of the screen. "MANDELA IS DEAD!" "O no!" was
my first reaction, but why not, the man had fought a good fight and finished
his course; why not rest and await his crown?
I spent the
rest of that night glued to my TV screen watching all kinds of tributes to the
man the world loved; one who has been a living legend throughout his adult
life. One who, though he is dead yet lives. The TV remained a great consolation
to me through the next several days as the rest of the world joined me in
grieving over my hero and a hero to many in the world including the world’s most
powerful man at the moment, Barrack Hussein Obama. The words of an Oceania
saying were being vividly demonstrated; "A great Oak has fallen among
us". Like they say when this happens it can spell doom to some smaller
oaks growing nearby because the great oak may fall on them. But it also can
mean that some smaller oaks could spring up and start their own journey of
becoming the next great oak.
May the great
soul of Madiba Nelson Rholihlahla
Mandela forever rest in eternal peace (MHSRIEP)as they
say but may what he stood for ever remain with us and may, many miniature Mandelas like our own Right Hon. Clement Wainyae Sinyinda stand up also to
be counted among the great men of this continent – and the world, as the fight
for a better and just world continues.