ED climbs down on his 3rd term president bid

DIFFERENT TUNE: President Emmerson Dambudzo Mnangagwa


Faced with open resistance, President Emmerson Mnangagwa descended from his lofty perch on the precipice of a third term presidential bid.

The political arena quivered with anticipation, and the nation held its collective breath as the leader recalibrated his ambitions.

In a verbal ballet, Mnangagwa, the enigmatic helmsman, addressed the nation, his words etching themselves into the annals of Zimbabwean history.

“I harbor no intentions of pursuing a third term,” he declared, his voice a measured cadence. The room hung heavy with the weight of his proclamation. “There exists no iota of evidence,” he continued, “where the ruling party, Zanu-PF, has nudged the boundaries of our supreme law. Zimbabwe, my fellow citizens, is a constitutional democracy—a vessel that sails the tempestuous seas of governance guided by the compass of legality.”

The journalists leaned in, their pens poised to capture every syllable. “Speculation,” Mnangagwa mused, “like a wisp of smoke, dances through the corridors of power. The Constitution, a sentinel of our liberties, remains unyielding. It stands as an unwavering guardian, its inked lines immutable.”

“Well,” he chuckled, “I am very happy that Zimbabweans are a breed of visionaries. Their minds weave intricate tapestries of possibility, casting shadows upon the walls of our democracy. But we, the stewards of Zanu-PF, are bound by democratic sinews. We tread the path of constitutional fidelity.”

Mnangagwa’s U-turn came against the backdrop of consented efforts he sponsored during public gatherings where “2030 VaMnangagwa vanenge vachipo slogans” were chanted.

The chants were also echoed at the upper echelons of Zanu PF when his deputy in both government and Zanu PF Party, Kembo Mohadi, took to the podium and endorsed ED’s self-serving third term bid.

However, Ngwena, as he is affectionately known in political circles, sang a different tune.

“Dreams,” Mnangagwa’s eyes glinted, “are the currency of the sleepers. They conjure worlds where the improbable dances with the plausible. Yet, when dawn breaks, reality unfurls its banner, and the Constitution remains unaltered.”

The Constitution—the sacred text that cradled the nation—stood firm. Section 91, its sentinel, guarded the gates of power. “Two terms,” Mnangagwa intoned, “a finite tapestry woven by the hands of time. Three or more years of service, a full term etched in stone.”

The Bill, a vessel of transformation, awaited its voyage. The National Assembly and the Senate, their chambers echoing with dissent and concord, held the keys. “Two-thirds,” Mnangagwa whispered, “a symphony of voices, a chorus of destiny.”

Yet, Section 328 (7), the silent sentinel, barred the incumbent from extending the period. The Constitution, a sentinel of paradoxes, stood unwavering. The nation watched, its breath suspended, as the dance of power unfolded—a tango of ambition and restraint, of dreams and constitutional moorings.

And so, Zimbabwe held its breath, waiting to see if the leader’s descent would be a mere pause or a seismic shift—a testament to the delicate balance between aspiration and the immutable law of the land.

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