Tsvangirai: When a man dares Hell’s Fury
As I have said, I am not interested in the Prime Minister’s love life, good copy though it maybe. That side of things is his business, or more accurately, his problem. Let him solve it, or stew in it if he can’t. He who dares swallow a pestle knows the circumference of his throat. No sob-tales please. My interest clinically relates to those who serve him, or more accurately put, who think they do. My interest is with those who support him, or more accurately, those who think they do.
Yes, my interest is how he handles sticky situations, however generated by whomsoever.
For in all three we have the sum total of Tsvangirai: the man, the father, the husband, the politician, the presidential aspirant, the gay supporter, above all, Locardia’s man.


