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Elliot Ziwira-At the Bookstore
“This is something you will undoubtedly find hard to understand. I have decided to respond to the call of the wilderness.
“It is the biggest decision I have had to take. It is the commitment without retreat. Break the news gently to the family. Tell them I have gone out on a hot walking day. I strive to struggle alongside thousands of others to bring back liberation and freedom.
“Tell them it may be long before I come back. Remember we are together in the STRUGGLE.”
So, writes Tendai to his brother Noel in Alexander Kanengoni’s 1983 debut novel, “Vicious Circle”. The words read like a last letter, a solemn declaration of intent that binds personal conviction to national duty.
As Zimbabwe marks Heroes Day on August 11, 2025, it is fitting that we remember not just the men and women who bore arms for freedom, but also those who, in peacetime, fought to preserve its meaning; who battled to immortalise its cost, its trauma, its betrayal and its enduring promise.
Among them, few stand taller than Alexander “Zanda” Kanengoni.
Born on September 17, 1951, Kanengoni, who was studying for a Bachelor of Arts in Education at the University of Zimbabwe, left behind the safe corridors of academia to join the liberation struggle.
Like his protagonist Tendai, he exchanged books for bullets, comfort for the call of the wild and made the ultimate gamble to walk into war without a guarantee of return.
He did not just survive; he emerged with a voice that still echoes in Zimbabwean literature, decades after the guns were silenced.
Kanengoni passed away on April 12, 2016, a day after this very column paid tribute to his work — and barely a week before Independence Day. Yet his legacy remains alive, etched not only in his published works but in the psychological imprint he left on the national conscience.
In George William Curtis’ words, “A man’s country is not a certain piece of land, of mountains, rivers and woods, but it is a principle and patriotism is loyalty to that principle.”
Kanengoni embodied that principle. He was not merely a witness to the armed struggle; he was its living archive, its poetic conscience, and, at times, its harshest critic.
Through novels like “Vicious Circle” (1983), “When the Rainbird Cries” (1989), “Echoing Silences” (1997) and the short story “That Ugly Reflection in the Mirror” (2003), Kanengoni engraved a brutally honest picture of war and its aftermath.
These works form part of a collective testimonial alongside fellow war veterans-turned-writers like Freedom Nyamubaya and Thomas Sukutai Bvuma.
Together, they peeled away the romance of armed struggle to expose its raw nerves – its disillusionment, psychological scars, and haunting silences.
Kanengoni’s “Echoing Silences” remains arguably his most profound and disturbing work. In it, he charts Munashe’s mental descent. The protagonist, a former guerilla, cannot reconcile the trauma of war with the calm of peace.
His mind splinters under the weight of memories: killings, starvation, betrayal, and even assault among comrades, where only survivors and ghosts abound. The jungle, once a crucible of freedom, becomes a mirror reflecting grotesque distortions of humanity. Munashe’s comrades, Kudzai, Bazooka, Sly and the nameless Section Commander, all meet tragic ends.
They are archetypes of post-war disorientation. Bazooka, haunted by “phantom witches,” loses his mind. Kudzai, abused and discarded, seeks death as liberation. Sly, weary of bloodshed, vanishes into the illusion of civilian life. Munashe is undone by hallucinations and narcotics, his life reduced to a ghostly half-existence.
Yet, this is not coincidental. Kanengoni, like Nyamubaya in “That Special Place” and Bvuma in “Every Stone That Turns”, rejects the myth of the infallible guerilla. In their place, he offers fractured, broken men and women, struggling to stitch together their psyches after stitching bullet holes through an empire’s façade.
The war, Kanengoni insists, did not end in 1980. Its ghosts walk among us – on the streets, in hospitals, in homes – where veterans battle the twin wounds of memory and travesty.
Kanengoni’s writing is more than a recounting of history; it is a moral indictment. It asks difficult questions about what independence means when the land; sacred and life-giving, is still out of reach for many.
The issue of land was the spine of the liberation struggle. Without it, as Mary Brave Bird puts it, “we die.” Nilene Omodele Adeoti Foxworth echoes the same truth in “Bury me in Africa” (1978): “A People without land is like cattle on naked ground with nothing to graze.”
It was Kanengoni’s deep understanding of the land question that made him not just a chronicler of the revolution, but one of its philosophical interpreters.
His literary voice sought to hold post-independence Zimbabwe accountable, not to abstract ideals of democracy borrowed from former colonisers, but to the blood-soaked pledges of the war itself.
And so, this upcoming Heroes Day, we should remember that freedom is not a finished act. It is a process – ongoing, imperfect and painful.
Kanengoni knew this and wrestled with it. He lived and wrote it.
Even in his short story, “That Ugly Reflection in the Mirror,” he probes the moral collapse that follows betrayal, both personal and political. The mirror does not lie. And for many veterans, what they saw in it after the war was not the reflection of a hero, but that of a haunted survivor.
Unperturbed by the mirror, Kanengoni held it up for all of us to see.
His contribution to Zimbabwean literature is immense. He infused war narratives with psychological realism, creating characters that speak not just to Zimbabwe’s past but to its present and future.
His stories are not mere fiction. They are truth in its most unsettling form.
At the Bookstore, we are richer for his work: “Vicious Circle” (1983) where a young man’s journey transforms him from student to soldier; “When the Rainbird Cries” (1989), a lyrical lament on post-war disillusionment; “Echoing Silences” (1997), a masterpiece on trauma and memory; “Effortless Tears” in which suppressed grief is chronicled; and “That Ugly Reflection in the Mirror” (2003), a powerful tale of guilt and complicity.
Kanengoni also worked behind the scenes as a civil servant, editor, and public intellectual – shaping national discourse on reconciliation and nationhood.
He knew, like Stephen King in “Rita Hayworth and The Shawshank” (1982), that “some birds are not meant to be caged.” Their feathers are too bright, and their songs are too wild.
Alexander Kanengoni was such a bird. He flew past the cages of trauma, censorship, and historical amnesia to sing of truth, however uncomfortable. His song still lingers.
Rest easy among fellow heroes of the struggle, son of the soil; buried in the womb of the land you fought for. May your bones rest where your dreams first took flight!
Right here, your words – your most faithful comrades – still march on. Though left poorer for your physical absence, the Bookstore is eternally richer for your intellectual presence.
On Heroes Day, therefore, we should take a bow for our writers, who are our mirrors, our prophets, and archivists of blood and ash. And in remembering them, we remember Zanda, too; a patriot to the last echo, wordsmith, and soldier of truth.
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