Anyone who has ever heard an angry elderly person shouting ‘satani!’ will understand the severity. In the aftermath of this verbal blitz, it is believed Moyo scurried about doing damage control, first with a visit to the influential security chiefs and then to Mugabe himself.
Over the imposing perimeter wall at State House, palls of smoke were seen rising skyward. In these wintry afternoons, the smoke could have been from a chimney. The smoke could have been someone burning hedge clippings. Those in the know attribute the smoke to the peace pipe shared by Mugabe and Moyo.
No one will know Moyo’s state of mind at the end of the meeting with Mugabe. But one can imagine that he gratefully shook the President’s hand and, walking backwards, hastily departed. In the car park he must have dithered at his car door, dropping his keys several times, unable to locate the keyhole at the first attempt, on account of the trembling hands. Driving home with locked doors, he might have checked the rear-view mirror several times. Perhaps at some stage he pulled over and looked under the bonnet, listening for a tick-tock sound. Even though he had been forgiven, Moyo must have sensed that not all had been forgotten.
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