Sample Reading - Seeking Sanity

THANK YOU FOR THE ONGOING SUPPORT - FOR CARING FOR THOSE SUFFERING. THE LIGHTS YET TO SHINE DOWN ON ZIMBABWE. YOU SHOULD KNOW ALL ABOUT THE UNDUE SUFFERING IN ZIMBABWE - AFRICA? YOU SHOULD KNOW , AS IS THE CLEAR EXAMPLE OF WHAT COULD HAPPEN ON A WIDER GLOBAL, BASIS! FOR IN TRUTH, IT RESEMBLES THOSE WHO SUFFERED DURING THE SECOND WORLD WAR. TIME TO BELIEVE THIS ON PLANET EARTH!!

RHODESIAN'S WERE CAST AS 'THE WHITE REBELS' OF AFRICA - THIS BOOK HAS BEEN WRITTEN TO HELP SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT!!

"NO HUMAN INTELLIGENCE ALIVE, CAN SAY THEY DO NOT KNOW ABOUT HYPOCRISY AND DOUBLE STANDARDS IN SOCIETY. SOME THINGS A MAJORITY DO NOT KNOW ABOUT, FOR ARE NOT THAT MORE OBVIOUS. BUT, WITH SO MANY BEING ABANDONED TO THEIR FATE AND AS WELL CHRONICLED AROUND THE BLOBE - THERE'S JUST NO REASON TO NOT ENDING THIS ONGOING TRAVESTY AND INJUSTICE. THERE ARE JUST NO EXCUSES AVAILABLE ANY LONGER TO ANYONE AND OR PERSONS. NO, NOT AT ALL - NOW."

ROBERT MUGABE - AFRICA'S HITLER - HAS PROVEN AN IDEAL RECRUIT - WHILE THE LIGHT RECORDS EVENTS - FOR GOOD

DAWNING OF THE NEXTAGE - FUTURE JOINT WORKING PARTNERSHIPS ON PLANET EARTH - THE POPULAR BOOK NOW AVAILABLE - HERE

THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL. SOMETHING'S WRONG - VERY WRONG WITH NO ACTION HAVING FOLLOWED FOR THOSE SUFFERING HUMILITY AND AS HUMANITY

COSMIC CONNECTIONS - SACRED SOILS - ZIMBABWE IS BEING ALLOWED TO DIE BEFORE OUR VERY EYES

"ALL THIS UNDUE SUFFERING ON EARTH, IS RECORDED BY THE HIGHER GUARDIANS OF PLANET EARTH AND WE SHOULD NOTICE"

Below - Biggest Con Ever 'War of The Worlds' and light-being friends - Andromedians

DO THE LIKES OF ROBERT MUGABE OF ZIMBABWE, DISPLAY CLASSIC SIGNS OF ALIEN ACTIONS AGAINST THE MORE VULNERABLE AND DEFENCELESS OF PLANET EARTH? WELL, LOOKING AT THE MIND SET AND ACTIONS SINCE, HERE ARE CLASSIC EXAMPLES - YES!

THE WORLD HAS FAILED ZIMBABWE AND IN TURN THE WORLD HAS FAILED THE WORLD - LINE IN THE SAND

Archbishop Desmond Tutu has accused South Africa of failing to stand up to Zimbabwe's President Robert Mugabe. The veteran human rights and Nobel Peace Prize winner said he was "deeply disappointed" that his own country had lost the moral high ground and that it had blocked firmer action from the United Nations.

He said: "I want to say first of all that I have been very deeply disappointed, saddened by the position that South Africa has taken at the United Nations Security Council in being an obstacle to the security council dealing with that matter.

"And I have to say that I am deeply, deeply distressed that we should be found not on the side of the ones who are suffering. I certainly am ashamed of what they've done in the United Nations.

"For the world to say no, we are waiting for South Africa's membership of the security council to lapse and then we can take action."

Meanwhile, Foreign Secretary David Miliband has branded Mr Mugabe as a "stain" on the country and said he "has to go".

Mr Miliband said: "Any sane person realises that Mugabe's misrule is only spurring Zimbabwe's descent into chaos.

"If Zimbabwe is to haul itself - with the help it needs and deserves - out of its current meltdown, Mugabe has to go.

"As long as Mugabe rules Zimbabwe he remains a stain on that country. I acknowledge he is also a stain on the international community, which has not been able to deliver the will of the Zimbabwean people."

The country is currently suffering from a cholera epidemic which has infected more than 18,000 people. And power-sharing negotiations with the opposition party Movement for Democratic Change - widely thought to have won elections earlier this year - have ground to a halt.

Mr Miliband said he advocated a sanctions resolution from the UN, blocked last July by Russia and China. He also urged neighbouring country South Africa to do more.

"It is our strong view that this international crisis requires international attention," he said.

"It is obvious to everyone that neighbouring states, especially South Africa, have most to lose from instability in Zimbabwe and most to gain from change. That is why we continue to emphasise their role and responsibilities and to urge them to take action."

NOW IS THE TIME AND PLACE FOR HUMANS TO MORE THAN JUST CARE FOR OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS. TO BREACH ALL DEVISED - EARTHLY MANUFACTURED BARRIERS!

WE NOW KNOW EXACTLY HOW THE POOR SUFFERING JEWS FELT DURING THE SECOND WORLD WAR WITH ALL THE SUFFERING! SO, IF YOU TRULY CARE ABOUT TRUE DEMOCRACY AND ACCOUNTABILITY FOR THE PEOPLE AS MANY OUT THERE DO - LEARN ABOUT ALL THIS

PRETORIA (AFP) - Zimbabwe's stalled power-sharing deal cannot work with Robert Mugabe as president, and the United States will not reverse sanctions as long as he remains in power, a top US official said here on Sunday.

STOP BEING SO MEEK AND MILD - WE'RE TALKING ABOUT INNOCENT PEOPLES LIVES HERE - SANCTIONS MEAN NOTHING - REMOVE HIM FOR 'SANITIES SAKES!'

21.12.2008 - "We have lost confidence in the power-sharing deal being a success with Mugabe in power. He has lost touch with reality," said Jendayi Frazer, US Assistant Secretary of State for African Affairs.

"We were prepared to use the American influence to negotiate with the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund to clear the 1.2 billion dollars' Zimbabwe debt, but now we are no longer prepared to do that," Frazer told reporters.

America's strong (Actually, very weak in comparison to what was done to Rhodesia) stance on Zimbabwe comes at a time when Mugabe announced last week that Zimbabwe "is mine" and that he would never surrender to Western pressure to resign.

"Today we have lost confidence in a legitimate power-sharing being viable with Mugabe as president," said Frazer.

ALL THIS SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN ALLOWED TO HAPPEN. NEVER SHOULD HAVE TRANSPIRED OR OUTBREAKS OF CHOLERA, CRUELTY AND OUTRIGHT BRUTALITY IN ZIMBABWE. EVEN AMERICA, HAS NOT TRULY TREATED HER OWN THAT RIGHT, SADLY. JUST LOOK AT HOW MANY SUFFER IN NOT HAVING AUTOMATIC RECOURSE TO MEDICAL INSURANCE COVER. YES AND IN THE RICHEST LAND ON EARTH! NOW COME ON PLEASE, SOMETHINGS JUST NOT RIGHT THAT ALL DO NOT COUNT AS EQUAL CREATIONS. WHERE COMPASSION FOR ONE ANOTHER, SHOULD IN TRUTH - BE THRIVING AS ONE AND ALL IN THE UNITED STATES! WHY NO TRUE DEMOCRACY FOR THOSE LIBERATED AND FOR NEARLY THIRTY YEARS IN ZIMBABWE? WELL, BECAUSE THOSE LANDS HAVE ONE OF PLANET EARTH'S UNIVERSAL ALIEN BASIS LINKED TO THE ORIEN CONSTELLATION - SEE VILE VORTICES ON INDEX PAGE

CRY THE BELOVED CHILDREN OF GOD - HONESTLY - IS THIS WHAT THE LIBERATION WAR WAS ALL ABOUT?

IF ALL THIS WAS HAPPENING IN CERTAIN LANDS -THEY WOULD NOT WAIT ON A REGIONAL SOLUTION!

The MDC spokesperson for Manicaland and Makoni South MP Pishai Muchauraya, believes the Mugabe regime is trying to conceal its ‘murderous actions’ by burying the people it slaughtered in the mining fields in a mass grave. He said:

“The council must not give them ground until the facts and figures are made public and the circumstances surrounding the murder of those 83 people are known.”

It is feared many more were killed during the campaign of terror unleashed on illegal diamond miners by soldiers and the police, as warlords battle for control. Zimbabwe Lawyers for Human Rights has described the areas as "resembling a war" and the miners say hundreds have died. One report said a policewoman working in Chiadzwa saw a pile of 50 bodies after one helicopter attack. "There were a lot of bodies. They were piled up. I don't know what happened to them. Some of the dead are just buried secretly," she said. "Miners are killed every day. The orders to the police are to shoot them if they find them digging but many of the police do not want to carry out those orders. These are ordinary people like us."

BARACK OBAMA, HAS BEEN DELIVERED A TRUE OPPORTUNITY TO APPOINT A HIGH PROFILE FIGURE TO DELIVER REAL REFORM AND LASTING UNITY IN AFRICA FROM DAY ONE

THIS REQUIRES TRULY ADDRESSING DIRECTLY ROBERT MUGABE AND MASS CRUELTY IN THOSE LANDS. FOR, THERE'S NEVER BEEN TRUE DEMOCRACY AND ACCOUNTABILITY IN FREE ZIMBABWE. THERE'S ONLY BEEN TOTAL AND OUTRIGHT DICTATORSHIP, CORRUPTION AND DEATHS. READ ON, AS IN TRUTH HERE'S THE PLACE FOR YOU TO MORE THAN CARE FOR OUR FELLOW HUMAN BEINGS SUFFERING IN SILENCE. GAIN SOME IDEA WHY ALL THIS HAS HAPPENED AND FROM VERY FIRST HAND EXPERIENCES!

WHERE IS THE HUMAN RIGHTS AFTER SIXTY YEARS? IN TRUTH - HAS NOT ACTUALLY WORKED FOR SUFFERING HUMANS ON EARTH

A NEW HUMAN RIGHTS CODE AND ETHICS - BUT DEVISED BY ORDINARY CITIZENS FINALLY- HAS TO BE ON THE CARDS

POVERTY - SUFFERING - ILLNESS AND CRUELTY - HAS NEVER BEEN SO BAD ON EARTH AND HAS TRANSPIRED OVER THE LAST SIXTY YEARS OF HUMANITY!

You might not believe exactly why right now, for is more dificult to prove. But look at it this way, poverty, suffering, illness and cruelty on earth, has never been worse. Yes, even though we are meant to be living in a more civilised, 21st century! Yet, we have heard it all said before or 'NEVER AGAIN,' but it has and is happening 'AGAIN' and 'AGAIN' - DAILY! Think on that

THESE CRUEL ACTS OF GENOCIDE IN ZIMBABWE, IS TOTALLY INSANE IN A SANE WORLD. ONCE WE HUMANS DO SOMETHING AND CALL FOR LEADERS TO STAND UP FOR ALL HUMANITY - THEN THE LIGHT WILL SHINE THROUGH TO HELP US ALL - DO NOT FEAR

A GROSS ABUSE OF HUMAN RIGHTS - CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY - WHAT RECOURSE FOR ZIMBABWE - THE WORLD KNOWS?

NOW YOU CAN BUY THE BOOK WRITTEN BY A CONCERNED WHITE AFRICAN RIGHT HERE FROM SOURCE. RHODESIAN'S SAW IT ALL COMING FOR THE SUFFERING MAJORITY, YET NO-ONE WOULD LISTEN OR HEAR GENUINE CRIES FOR HELP

SEE FRIENDLY 'ET' VISIT TO ZIMBABWE FOLLOWING ARTICLES. THE HORSE HAS ALREADY BOLTED FOR MILLIONS UPON MILLIONS OF INNOCENT SOULS SUFFERING AND MANY HAVE ALREADY PERISHED - BLACK LISTED! THE LIGHT FORCES, ARE DEFINETELY SEEING FELLOW HUMANS BEING SO BADLY ABUSED ON EARTH BY FELLOW HUMANS. SO THEN, WHY WAS THE BELOW NOT SAID AND DONE TWENTY YEARS AGO, INSTEAD OF ALLOWING THIS ALL TO UNFOLD, AS OUR FELLOW HUMANS SUFFER IN SILENCE? I HAVE WRITTEN TO LEADERS FOR OVER TWENTY YEARS NOW ASKING THE WORLD DO SOMETHING. BUT 'NO,' THEY HAVE WAITED UNTIL OTHER LANDS ARE NOW UNDER BIGGER THREATS ALSO BEFORE EVEN REALLY BOTHERING. INSTEAD OF PROTECTING ALL AS BEING EQUALS IN ANY LAND AFFLICTED BY OUT AND OUT CRUELTY AND AT ANY TIME. TO HAVE THEN SAID NOTHING - WELL LOOKS RATHER BAD - DOES IT NOT?

The sacred lands of Zimbabwe by having one of the world's most powerfil vile vortices, makes the leader of those lands effectively as powerful as any leader on planet earth. Who else would have gotten away with so much if this was not the case? And do recall, Robert Mugabe even once proclaimed himself 'The Black Hitler of Africa.' He also recently stated, no African leader had the courage to remove him from office. History has clearly proven him right and we know the international efforts which were employed to rid the world of the cruelty and cunning of Hitler

YET, IS A SIN TO DARE CARE ENOUGH FOR PEOPLE SUFFERING IN OUR HOMELANDS. TO SUCH AN EXTENT, PEOPLE ARE THEN FROWNED UPON FOR EVEN DARING TO CARE FOR OUR LANDS OF BIRTHS AND HUMAN RIGHTS! IS THIS RIGHT?

Gordon Brown (The British Prime Minister 5th December 2008) has called on the international community to tell Zimbabwean President Robert Mugabe "enough is enough". With the beleaguered African state now in the grip of a cholera epidemic, the Prime Minister said the situation demands an international response.

"This is now an international rather than a national emergency. International because disease crosses borders (So does poverty actually and which has plagued those lands for years, now). International because the systems of government in Zimbabwe are now broken. There is no state capable or willing of protecting its people. (It has been broken ever since the Matabele were slaughtered in those lands by The North Korean trained 5th Brigade and 'YES' shortly after Zimbabwe gained so-called indpendence in 1980).

"International because - not least in the week of the 60th anniversary of the universal declaration of human rights - we must stand together to defend human rights and democracy, to say firmly to Mugabe that enough is enough."

Mr Brown said that the immediate priority was to prevent more deaths through the distribution of re-hydration and testing packs.
He called for the establishment of a "command and control structure" in the capital, Harare, to co-ordinate the work of donors and NGOs to ensure that international aid reached the people who needed it most. At the same time, Mr Brown said that he had been in close contact with African leaders to press for stronger action "to give the Zimbabwean people the government they deserve". He said that he now hoped that the United Nations Security Council would meet urgently to consider the situation in Zimbabwe.

"The people of Zimbabwe voted for a better future. It is our duty to support that aspiration," he said (Yes, it TRULY Is).

WHO DELIVERED WHAT HAS TURNED OUT TO BE RATHER HOLLOW WORDS BELOW AND YES IN ALL OUR LIFE TIMES?

The Rhodesian terrorist war, would yet prove a valuable insight or template for a world to how counter insurgent stratagies and tactics, might yet be used down roads in the global war against terrorism

DOES ANYONE RECOGNISE THIS SPEECH AND WHEN MADE? WELL, ALL OUR FUTURES LOOK RATHER DIFFERENT IN COMPARISON. SOME WHAT BLEAK COMPARED TO MERE WORDS ECHOED SO FREELY. WORDS WHICH OF COURSE COST NOTHING TO DELIVER - YET LEAVES MUCH IN THE WAKE FOR ALL TO INHERIT!

We will persistently clarify the choice before every ruler and every nation: The moral choice between oppression, which is always wrong, and freedom, which is eternally right. America will not pretend that jailed dissidents prefer their chains, or that women welcome humiliation and servitude, or that any human being aspires to live at the mercy of bullies. We will encourage reform in other governments by making clear that success in our relations will require the decent treatment of their own people. America's belief in human dignity will guide our policies, yet rights must be more than the grudging concessions of dictators; they are secured by free dissent and the participation of the governed. In the long run, there is no justice without freedom, and there can be no human rights without human liberty. Quote - Unqoute.

WELL, THEY ARE VERY RICH SO DO NOT FEEL THE SAME PAIN AS WE MERE MORTALS DO - PUT IT THAT WAY!

A BIG THANKS TO ALL THOSE WHO TRULY CARE ABOUT SUFFERING AND THE STATE WE ARE IN. TO ALL THOSE WHO HAVE ALREADY SUPPORTED THESE EFFORTS FROM THE HEART! IT IS OBVIOUS FROM THE UNIVERSAL RESPONSE, MANY OTHERS DEMAND REAL AND LASTING CHANGE - BUT FOR GOOD!

IT IS TRULY AMAZING JUST HOW MANY PEOPLE OUT THERE REMEMBER RHODESIA AND ISSUES SURROUNDING THOSE LANDS. MANY WRITE IN TO STATE THEY FEEL THOSE LANDS ARE 'THE PRIME EXAMPLE' ON EARTH OF WHAT'S TRULY WRONG WITH ACCOUNTABILITY. THEY REALISE WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON THERE, FORCES THEM TO STOP TO THINK MUCH DEEPER. THAT THOSE LANDS CLEARLY INDICATE SOMETHING JUST DOES NOT ADD UP. PEOPLE OUT THERE, KNOW ZIMBABWE WAS ONCE A HIGHLY EFFICIENT COUNTRY, YET HAS BEEN ALLOWED TO BECOME A VIRTUAL DESERT AND IN LESS THAN THIRTY - SHORT HUMAN YEARS.

TIME FOR REAL CHANGE - TRULY IS HERE!

DOCUMENTED 'ET' CONTACT IN ZIMBABWE - AFRICA - ALSO SEE VILE VORTICES ON INDEX PAGE

ET CONTACT.. ZIMBABWE.. RHODESIA.. AFRICA. The by now famously recorded EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL (ET) visitation on the 14th September 1994 to ARIEL SCHOOL situated at Ruwa.. just outside of HARARE, ZIMBABWE, AFRICA.. was no coincidence. It was by design as forms part and parcel of far wider, cosmic crystal light-ray and tonal infusions to Earth's electromagnetic grids. These, directly link to the unseen electronic wars for ultimate control, which has raged on for millions of years. The universal light wars, well from a light source aspect, is reclaiming original codes of conduct. To seal designs as originally peacefully intended, and calibrated to align universal balance.

Click on this link below to see exactly how important, even influential the lands of Zimbabwe is in Universal Terms. Why those lands have not been allowed to know PEACE and HARMONY for generations - even why humans and of all races, have been virtually sacrificed

http://www.nextagemission.com/navilevortices.htm

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Certain, vital earth-geographic locations as this, remain infused and vital light-portals linked directly back through crystal infused vortexes and que-lines to higher revolving dimensions. They form part and parcel of far wider cosmic pasts as deeply engraved and infused imprints to universal light-templates of defined, future enlightenment. Divinely created Earth, remains a virtual lynch-pin to future directions of a far wider, living, light universe! So, there's far more involved to it all than many might want to fully realise or indeed even comprehend, but do not be fooled any longer as this is serious, deadly serious!! There's also the Mexico ET contact, which has also been officially documented.

AS THAT PREACHED - HOW CRUEL

MILLIONS UPON MILLIONS OF GOD'S CHILDREN SUFFER IN SILENCE IN ZIMBABWE. HOW CRUEL THOSE OBSERVERS OUT THERE PROCLAIM, AS SIMPLY CANNOT UNDERSTAND THE MASS DESTRUCTION WHICH HAS UNFOLDED IN THOSE ONCE SANER LANDS. IN LANDS, WHICH HAS SEEN NO REAL ACTION TO HELP SAVE THE LANDS AND PEOPLE. THAT GENUINE HELP FOR THOSE SUFFERING THERE, HAS NOT BEEN IMPLEMENTED AND MANY YEARS EARLIER TO PROVE PEOPLE COUNT ABOVE ALL ELSE. YES AND EVEN OVER AND ABOVE OIL IF TRUE DEMOCRACY FOR THE PEOPLE COUNTS OR MATTERS AS THAT SO OFTEN PROMOTED - INDEED PREACHED! YES, TO BE MEASURED AS COMMON, CIVILISED- EVEN SHARED VALUES AND OFTEN PREACHED 'ALOUD' AROUND THE WORLD.

HOW CHEAP WORDS HAVE PROVEN IN ESSENCE - TIME TO WAKE UP FROM A DEEP INDUCED SLUMBER!

For every question, there is a lie. For every lie, there is a truth. For every truth, there is a way. And for every way, there is a time.

A TIME FOR STRAIGHT TALKERS AND THINKERS - AS FRICA IS HUGELY IMPORTANT TO HUMANITY. IT NEEDS ANSWERS AND CHANGES, YET ALSO REAL LASTING CHANGES FOR GOOD!

A BIG THANK YOU ONE AND ALL FOR WANTING TO KNOW MORE ABOUT WHAT'S HAPPENING!

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RED ALERT - A HUMAN INDUCED JUNGLE - ALIEN WORLD - A RECKLESS DISREGARD FOR HUMAN LIFE

THE INTRUSION OF OUTSIDE INFLUENCES. THE WORLD DOES NOT NEED POWERLESS PEACE KEEPERS - BUT ACTIVE PEACE MAKERS!

A HUMAN INDUCED JUNGLE - CHOLERA IN ZIMBABWE - WHAT AND DURING THESE MORE MODERN, CIVILISED, EVEN ENLIGHTENED TIMES? WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR ZIMBABWE'S MASS SUFFERING - WHAT MAKES UP CERTAIN HUMAN GENES? TO SEE THEM TURN ON THE MASSES, WHILE THE WORLD STANDS IDLY BY. TO SEE THEM VIOLENTLY GO ON AND HARM THEIR VERY OWN SO RUTHLESSLY! A SOUL EMOTION GENE TO SOURCE LACKING - ALTERED - SEVERED! DNA/RNA DEPLETION, AS IF LEANING TOWARDS MORE NEGATIVE INCLINED THOUGHTS. EVEN ACTING OUT ALIEN PROCESSES THROUGH INDUCED WAVE PATTERNS = DESTRUCTIVE ACTIONS!!

THOSE OUT TO ENLIGHTEN RATHER - HELPING TO RESPECT ALL ON EARTH AS PRECIOUS SOULS

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WHO WILL BE ELECTED TO FINALLY INFORM THE WORLD ET'S OR ALIENS EXIST? WHILE AT THE MOVEMENT FOR COMMON CAUSES, WE WAIT AND OBSERVE - TO HOPEFULLY SEE 'DEED IN ACTION.' TO SEE IF THE ELECTION OF A NEW PRESIDENT OF AMERICA, PLACES AFRICA TOP OF THE INTERNATIONAL AGENDA. MORE ESPECIALLY AS THERE SHOULD BE MORE MOTIVATION, ALONG WITH STRONG HISTORICAL LINKS OR TIES. TO FINALLY HELP THE RICHEST CONTINENT TRANSFORM FROM BEING THE POOREST!

DO YOU HAVE AN INTEREST IN GREEN ISSUES - TO OVERCOMING POVERTY AND SUFFERING?

WHY HAVE WE HUMANS BECOME SO DIVIDED AND WHY WE NEED TO RECLAIM ORIGINAL MEANINGS AND PURPOSES TO OUR BEING!!

MANY CALLS RING OUT FOR SANITY TO RETURN = COMPLEMENTING INSTEAD OF COMPETING

JOINING HANDS TO SAVE AFRICA'S WILD LIFE - PEOPLE AND WIDER WILDERNESS - HELP TRULY ADDRESS POVERTY - A NEW VISION

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Synopsis Page 6

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Chapter 1 Meeting/Indaba - Malawi - Africa. Page 7
Chapter 2 Common Causes. Page 12
Chapter 3 The Formation Of Dove Force. Page 27
Chapter 4 Deed In Action. Page 33
Chapter 5 Progress. Page 48
Chapter 6 The Third Voice. Page 56
Chapter 7 The Mole. Page 72
Chapter 8 Breakthrough. Page 80
Chapter 9 Official Blessing. Page 92

Chapter 10 Game Wardens. Page 101
Chapter 11 At Boiling Point. Page 109
Chapter 12 Reflections Of Once Saner Lands. Page 115
Chapter 13 International Efforts. Page 124
Chapter 14 Progress Of Dove Force. Page 131
Chapter 15 Contact. Page 138
Chapter 16 Openness. Page 151
Chapter 17 Through Vultures Eyes. Page 160
Chapter 18 Welcome Home. Page 166

Chapter 19 Time For Action. Page 176
Chapter 20 Going Live. Page 190
Chapter 21. Trouble Ahead. Page 198
Chapter 22. Temporary Reprieve. Page 208
Chapter 23. Holding On. Page 219
Chapter 24. Reaction Of Locals. Page 231
Chapter 25. Going Alive For Deed In Action. Page 240
Chapter 26. Ways Of The Wild. Page 247
Chapter 27. New Cohabitation Operatives. Page 254

Chapter 28. The Lions Den. Page 262
Chapter 29. Neighbouring Territories. Page 269
Chapter 30. Trickery. Page 272
Chapter 31. Dilemma. Page 279
Chapter 32. On Stand By - Again. Page 285
Chapter 33. Another One Bites The Dust. Page 287
Chapter 34. On The Run. Page 298
Chapter 35. Rendezvous. Page 306
Chapter 36. Aborted. Page 311
Chapter 37. A New Order. Page 318
Chapter 38. The Rewards. Page 326
Chapter 39. Running Out Of Time. Page 331
Chapter 40. Official Stand Down. Page 340
Chapter 41. A Hero's Send Off. Page 346
Chapter 42. Sins Of The Forefathers. Page 357

ONCE SANER LANDS OF RHODESIA – AFRICA! TIME TO MORE THAN CARE - GOD’S CHILDREN HURTING!

Chaos in Modern Zimbabwe: This book is based on ending this Madness. To address and deliver real, telling issues through creating joint, working partnerships or where black and white work together as common causes! Today I went from one meeting to another using the main streets in Harare - it was pure chaos. The City had no electricity, the traffic lights at all intersections were not working and the traffic was gridlocked. The Police were nowhere to be seen and even as we sat in the traffic a police car drove past - ramped the pavement and drove though the intersection paying no attention to what was going on around them.

At the Reserve Bank it was the same. They are printing money and creating money in other forms so fast that the inflation rate is no longer calculable. What we do know is that the RTGS rate - that is the rate at which foreign exchange is exchanged in the open market for money transferred by electronic means is moving by the hour. At the beginning of August it was 7 to 1 against the US dollar (after we dropped 9 zeros) and yesterday it was 2 000 00 to 1.

Quite a change in 8 weeks! At this rate it will be no less than 10 million to one by next weekend. Desperate people are queuing for days at the banks and other financial houses to try and get their money out of the system so that they can spend it before it literally melts to nothing. In Gweru last week the main street was almost closed by crowds at ATM's and banks. In Harare literally thousands of people jam every cash outlet. The maximum withdrawal by an individual is $20 000 a day worth US$ 0,001 cents.

The Reserve Bank, faced with the escalating consequences of their own ineptitude are now printing money on plain local bond paper with no security features. The mafia are having a field day and so many counterfeit notes are circulating that people are refusing the new notes. Instead of adopting a carefully crafted plan to overcome these problems and to correct the fundamentals that are driving the system towards collapse, the Governor today simply closed down the RTGS system and it is understood even the inter bank system; rendering the only alternative window for payments impassable.

It is illegal to trade in hard currency - you can go to jail for this if you try, it is illegal to change money on the street, you cannot charge a market price for what you sell unless you are willing to risk intervention or worse. Even today there were reports of the government taking action against retailers who were 'over charging'. Business is unable to pay their staff in cash - they pay them by bank transfer and then watch as half their work force is absent all day standing in queues.

Non cash forms of payments are rampant - barter is common, the use of fuel coupons with a face value of about US$30 each is also common tender. The BBC carried a story this week of an auction in Harare where the bids were all expressed in coupons. Most firms are now being forced to sell their goods and services in hard currency - Rand or US dollars even though it is illegal.

Businesses do not bank the money because the Reserve Bank keeps a close watch on any foreign exchange balances in the Banks and simply expropriates them. Crediting the owner of these accounts with local currency at a ridiculous rate of exchange and then using the flow of hard currency to support the life styles of the small elite that is still in charge. At these rates of exchange a luxury, top of the range car costs less than the price of a local cigarette.

Here we are, 4 weeks away from the start of the wet season and we have 2 per cent of our fertilizer requirements in stock. All other inputs are virtually unobtainable. The Reserve Bank is handing out expensive farm equipment to Zanu PF fat cats like sweets to a kinder-garden, but they cannot provide fuel or seed or fertilizer or chemicals. It's madness. Remaining farmers - black and white are being evicted from their farms by Zanu PF heavies such as a Deputy Governor of the Reserve Bank and what is left of the once world class tobacco industry is facing extinction.

Dairy farmers, pig farms and fruit estates are all facing illegal invasion and disruption of activity. The Police simply respond to appeals for help by saying that they cannot help because 'it is political'. Our retail chains are empty, many stores are closed, the wholesalers are no longer functional and industry is running at 10 per cent of capacity. Power supplies are down to about half of demand, fuel is in short supply and spare parts are obtainable. All basic foods are virtually only available in the parallel market at very high prices.

Although government schools have opened their doors and the children have gone to school – no teachers are at work. The universities will not open their doors this term - the final term before vital exams. Business cannot fix prices or salaries - their normal activities are simply frozen in their tracks. In the midst of this chaos Mugabe went on a 10 day spree to New York to make a speech. The cost of a 20 minute opportunity to denigrate the leading nations in the world, the very people who have fed his population for 8 years, was the cost of taking a Boeing 767 to New York and back via Egypt. The 54 member delegation must have cost at least US$2 million in allowances and expenses while there.

Then on return he wastes another week with no action on the formation of a new government - now 3 weeks since the SADC facilitated deal with the MDC was signed. And remember we have not had a proper government since the 29th March - nearly 7 months. Since Parliament was convened several weeks ago, we have had no government at all. When confronted with the need to make a decision on the allocation of Ministerial portfolios, Zanu PF has been frozen in its tracks like a child confronted with a cobra.

Simply not knowing what to do and beginning to realize for the first time that the end of the road is in sight for them. Even though Thabo Mbeki is no longer the power broker he was after his removal from the Presidency in South Africa, they are terrified of his visit to sort out the impasse because they know that their arguments for a disproportionate share of Ministerial portfolios are not defensible. They cannot hold out for much longer and Mbeki is on his way.

Written and Compiled by Robert Winston-Burnett (MSA/Cosmic UFOlogist) Copy Right Reserved

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INTRODUCTION: A graphic, thriller based story which includes some facts from the terrorist war waged in Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe. It is mixed with visions for futures in wild life preservation, conservation and cohabitation. The facts are drawn down from the periods of the vicious Rhodesian terrorist war, where Robert actually lost members of the family to terrorism, who were murdered in their home. Here finally is presented higher visions designed to combine local fortitude and solutions BUT Made in Africa in the saving and treasuring the precious gifts of life. Local designed and instituted solutions for Africa finally, which in turn respects inhabitants - BUT FINALLY as a whole.

Clear measures are to beintroduced, which importantly also involves lasting commitment of securing loyalties of local communities. To respect ONE as ALL through means of Government legislated, joint heritage and quantifiable, working partnerships. It is where all groups are finally encouraged to join hands across divides and designed to help save rather than simply destroy for greed. But certain groups, do not give up making illegal money that easily, so will have to be pursuaded, even confronted head on as final measures!!

DEDICATION: To a family having spent the majority of their lives in Africa. This story is dedicated to those who sacrificed much, while receiving very little recognition of genuine efforts, in return. To those who and to this day, have not been compensated with a basic right or oustanding obligations in relation to contractual pensions as those earned. May the spirits reinforce genuine endeavours of seeking sanity, while working alongside the ‘African Ancestors.’ To enhance the search for what Africa and ALL THE PEOPLE so richly deserve or some basic,genuine international commitment with common values delivered for all Citizens!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR The author, remains highly passionate about events of Africa. So in turn, he has chronicled journeys as seen through eyes of a white African. Indeed, recording events as seen by those individuals actually born and raised to lands of Africa. Indeed born and raised to where once relatively peaceful lands, would soon be transformed into virtual killing fields through terrorism. This book, reflects on humans as the appointed guardians of planet earth. Yet, it is continually being pillage and at ever increasing rates, while vital resources become more limited, even extinct.

Somehow, a number still believe such finite resources simply remain inexhaustible. All the while, giving scant regard to the fact time as we know it, might well be running out for all time. There are those scavenging as vultures and yes with uncontrolled vigour to tear highly volatile fabrics, further asunder. Even worse, there to also place a continued existence as we know it, at dire risk. This novel and titled 'Seeking Sanity,' is dedicated to the fact we all have to awaken - urgently. It is specifically designed to further highlight, assist, secure and encourage partnerships of joining of hand across divides. To protect all living life on earth, which we can only termed 'The Innocent Prey.'

Robert Winston-Burnett (MSA/Cosmic OFOlogist) the author of these works, was born, raised and educated in lands now known as Zimbabwe, Southern Africa. He was raised to lands during periods forming part of the then British Empire or in short; to the colonial settings of Salisbury, Southern Rhodesia. He was effectively delivered to conflict both in personal and political terms. Born in Africa to an English immigrant family in the year of 1949. Then was to be raised an African under conditions termed by those of distant shores - as just another 'British out post.’ There then to be raised to lands, which during specific periods of developments, was duly crowned or named after the expansive and progressive British explorer - Cecil John Rhodes during the late 1800’s.

Actual life in the once colony, is being recorded in more detail in the book series titled ‘Rhodesian of Africa – The Spirit Never Dies. Cecil John Rhodes, is buried in the Matapos Hills situated a short distance from Zimbabwe's second city of Bulawayo. The local Matabele tribe, prize his presence, to even guard his remains with their very lives if need be. Rhodes, would virtually be adopted a local, so in turn setting tones for those of white skins to follow him. The author born to lands, yet in the main and to this very day the true history of Rhodesia and teachings of once sane lands, has been wiped from the book shelves. We white born Africans, represent individuals still waiting to be authentically confirmed as also true Africans at heart.

The author would be blessed or cursed, depending on one’s point of view, by an African tribal chief of the most proud Matabele tribe. The event of being ordained so to speak, transpired while Robert was out patrolling the country’s national game reserve park. There he found himself patrolling in and around areas during a vicious terrorist war in locations then known as 'Wankie.' However, the area was subsequently renamed 'Hwange' at the birth of the new nation of Zimbabwe! Robert found himself virtually inducted as one of the Matabele tribe. He had clearly demonstrated a deep caring about saving a joint heritage. Indeed, here was some ringing endorsement and by those remaining rather selective who they actually welcome to the fold!

The author and from that moment forth, would receive gifts of divine guidance through direct links and connections to those known as the ‘African Ancestors.’ He would also yet, get to meet with the heads of a most valuable and historic tribe of Zimbabwe, known as The Lemba People. They who retain a high RNA/DNA grading or range, with reports of them having direct links to one of the lost tribes of Israel. There are even reports of them having direct links to Aaron, the elder brother of Moses. It was here Robert would also learn of his own gifts and talents of utilising dowser rod technology. Here, deeper gifts would surface of being able to directly connect with higher energies, enlightened Light-Beings, along with calling in living beings of other worlds.

Robert has gone on to use these gifts in helping others with DNA activations, readings, complex physic work, past life recalls, dream analysis, healing sessions, abundance and grounding techniques, etc. Here was a white skin born to darker Africa, yet also one having huge historic links with lands of Zimbabwe through past lives. Indeed, even possibly having been a black person himself during past periods. Links confirmed through past life regression sessions and recalls as set in those historic lands. Lands which contain one of the worlds most important Vile (Negative) Vortices. Those lands, which virtually holds divine universal links, but sadly also configured to being held in bondage, ever since. Hugely historic lands, having within the borders the Great Zimbabwe Ruins, The Great Victoria Falls, with reports of much Et and Alien activities taking place there down the centuries.

A white skin, yet also of an African heart and by design, yet born for specific reasons to endure a life time set in darkest Africa. Set in wildest Africa where many a challenge, along with much heartache, was yet to be bedelivered. Answers to exactly why on reflection, would yet also be delivered! Robert played a lot of sport when a youngster, with the wide open spaces proving rather inviting or not to be ignored and where the sun appears never to set. He participated in football and cricket at first league level and actually played against the eventual England coach, Duncan Fletcher. It was while undergoing military training in the year 1968, Robert became directly involved with the carnage ensuing from ongoing, illegal poacher activities.

The author, also lived through a majority of Rhodesia's Unilateral Declaration of Independence from the British Crown declared in the year 1965. An illegal action, yet forced on the lands, which would leave behind much attrition and delivered in various guises. All in turn helped to deliver deep, lasting repercussions, along with virtually having been declared 'Rebels.' The then Rhodesian Prime Minister, Ian Douglas Smith, soon found his peoples and country, declared villains of the peace. A whole community would end up fighting for their very survival and a white community then to be labelled, yes even treated as pariahs on the world stage.

We would become pariahs of the world, to be outlawed and all for having dared institute meanings and principles attached to evolution processes to deliver sound, accountable, lasting government. Indeed, a huge struggle was to ensue by trying to halt advancing Marxist principles being galvanised in the background by the Russians and Chinese. A section of the community would fight on, try to avert short term appeasement designed to deliver ultimate and predictable revolution of downward spirals, but for a majority. Robert remains most passionate about events of Africa and is chronicling life journeys as seen through eyes of a white African.

Indeed, he is recording events as seen by those individuals actually born and raised to lands. Once relatively peaceful lands, were then soon enough transformed into virtual killing fields. While then also delivering ensuing loss of innocent life and great poverty for a whole region, naturally! It was around about this point, Robert started realising there is far, far more to certain lands than meets the eye. In other words, there is off planet political affairs being played out here on earth. All the while, not forgetting to reflect that we humans are the appointed guardians or keepers of planet earth.

Yet, affairs are led from the front by a minority and greed. We see pillaging of ever decreasing or limited natural resources. Somehow, a certain mind set still believes such finite resources, remains inexhaustible. All the while, those ruining a planet, give scant regard to the fact time as we know it - fast runs out for us all. Those caring only for themselves, not a majority and scavenge as ravenous vultures, to tear apart with uncontrolled vigour. Even worse still, then place continued existence as we know it, at dire risk. This novel titled 'Seeking Sanity,' is dedicated to this very fact, even as a wake-up call. It is specifically designed to further highlight, assist, secure and help protect living life, which can only be termed 'The Innocent Prey.'

SYNOPSIS - SEEKING SANITY Written and compiled by Robert Winston Burnett (MSA/Cosmic UFOlogist) Copyright Reserved.

This is a thriller story to incorporate more than saving precious wild life, the wilderness, nature and local inhabitants. It is the last chance for humanity to stand up and be counted, to act in-deed rather than delivering mere words, alone. It addresses daily needs of an impoverished indigenous through bio-diversity and eco-tourism principles. It entrenches principles of saving and respecting a joint heritage, which is constantly being pillaged. Lands being plundered in all forms, to then leave lands empty and ravaged. The by now more enlightened and responsible leaders of Africa, finally have to decide - ‘Enough is Enough!’

They’re finally recognising basic respect of nature, the wider wilderness and local inhabitants, will have to be confronted head on. Indeed, finally resolve to act by implementing defined resolutions reached at an urgently convened regional meeting held in Malawi. A crack fire force, is to be assembled and formed out of former sworn enemies of a previous civil war situation. Those finally agreeing to join hands across divides, to help save common links and a joint heritage. To finally rid themselves of all prejudices, confront a common enemy, scourge or curse to wider landscapes.

Yes sir, to confront head on those causing huge disruption to wider environments. New partnerships are to be formed, while respecting various ethnic backgrounds in fact need respecting! A time to measure and recognise colour of hearts, rather than skins, has arrived. However, actually securing ideals, proves no easy task, most certainly not before much action unfolds. Now enter Dove Force, as further complimented by local and international intelligence. Those specifically appointed experts to flush out Mr Big, the middle men and runners involved with illegal poaching.

Well, a going is to prove tough. But at least and long last, there’s finally recognised a common cause worthy of fighting to preserve basic sanity. All the while, certain influential financiers delivering the carnage, will merely continue to buy off local and international loyalties, but in exchange for certain favours, naturally. Africa has many problems confronting it, least of all corruption and ever increasing poverty. While the third voice of the wilderness and known as Heads or Chiefs, remain lynch pins to the overall operations successes.

Then of course, there’s also the dreaded witch doctor influences to be considered. A number prove friendly enough, but scattered in the midst’s, those more than willing to employ negative influences as and when required. Dove Force, along with authority, is going to up against it, alright. Even at periods as the going gets tougher, seriously considering calling operations off so hard does it become. However, a combined will to finally lift lands out of despair, keeps hearts, minds and souls concentrated on intended, unified goals. Just then mother nature decides to intervene and in unexpected measure.

Sample Chapters – 'Seeking Sanity' written and compiled by Robert Winston-Burnett (MSA/Cosmic UFOlogist)

Consensus reached at regional meeting with the Heads of State. The funding needed is that now pledged, with final budgets being formulated. Likely majority first phase funds designated for efforts in Zimbabwe. Go ahead with recruiting and training.

Brian’s anticipated the good news and has remained ahead of the game, as usual. He meets up with the others at the pre-arranged time and location. He dearly hopes to soon have them moulded into a fighting force to be known as Dove Force. A chauffeur driven BMW is waiting, ready to whisk them off to the training farm.

“If this is the style of things to come then roll on, roll on,” Maddog takes in the gleaming vehicle.

A most picturesque journey is soon to unfold as they are whisked away to the training farm! Green rolling hills flash by as they travel through winding, twisting roads. All is further complimented by mature trees and in full bloom. Then further set off by landscapes of most colourful, well maintained flower beds sitting snugly in neatly manicured and trimmed, rolling lawns. They take in the beauty and tranquillity of it all and within no time are approaching the farm.

The vehicle draws to a halt under high arched, double security gates. Smartly dressed, but also fierce looking security guards, approach the vehicle. The passengers in Brian’s command dearly trust all the necessary papers are in order. As usual, he’s on top of things, all is well organised as he produces the required identification documents. After a short period, they’re joined by a jeep containing four armed personal.

The driver of the jeep, signals the BMW to follow, as they now head off down a long, twisting tarmac road. All is most impressive as they then approach a building looking more like a five star hotel. Difficult believing this is where Dove Force is to undergo their military style training. The road passes more finely manicured lawns, neatly intertwined with beautifully maintained flower beds lined by additional mature, blossoming trees.

“Surely this can’t be it; who owns a place like this anyway?” Maddog asks, bemused by it all.

Hopefully, they will get to meet the lucky person or persons who owns it all soon. The place reeks of money. Surely facilities they require are not to be found around such refined settings? Appears a huge expanse and set in approximately one hundred and fifty hectares. They drive on, while hoping the hosts realise exactly what they’re letting themselves in for. This group of four hardened ex-commandos are not accustomed to such luxury.

When it comes down to military style exercises, they’re more used to sleeping out under nature’s blanket. The BMW draws to a halt, as the driver of the jeep motions they follow him. Next thing, they are standing in a huge, high beamed lobby, with decorative ceilings reaching all the way to the sky. Two further uniformed guards, stand at attention to either side of the main hallway.

“Just listen to him, please. Must be someone of great importance with him behaving so politely,” motions Joss.

Their boss is a matter of fact individual, so they’re somewhat surprised at a change of tact. This group of hardened individuals will have to somehow uncover hidden decorum’s, well at least for a period. They line up to sign the visitors register, formalities over, an armed guard delivers them to their sleeping quarters. The whole damn place is magnificent and if they still believe only colonial Africa offered such palatial grandeur, to think again.

Those assertions are being well and truly proven wrong. All those years spent effectively being conned into believing only Africa retained god’s own lands, well here it also to be claimed, but for those who can afford it. Once the group have freshened up, the order of the day is to don their best dinner attire, as dinner is to be served in the main lounge. Here it is they are to meet with and be accompanied by the main host.

All of Dove Force will be on their best behaviour, with no one letting the side down. Further, there will be another most pleasant surprise waiting to greet them. Exactly what it is to be disclosed once they’re actually back at the main residence. Everything appears extremely well organised, right down to three piece dinner suits, shirts, ties and black shoes. Their suits are measured to size, neatly pressed and hanging in wardrobes.

This will prove the first and last occasion Dove Force is to have the pleasure of meeting with the esteemed host in the main residence. For now, they have a few hours to settle into the quarters, which are similar in design to accommodation and barracks found back home. Here, they’re allowed to discard of socks and shoes, even sleep soundly without fear of creasing the sheets. Maddog peers out the barracks windows and to his surprise there’s a bloody tank and even a firing range in place. It dawns on them what lies ahead, as excitement mounts.

Here’s where Brian will soon discover if he has made the right choices in personnel. While events also progress back in Africa, with the light aircraft carrying Sampson, landing safely in Zimbabwe. Then immediately lifts off once more, so leaving little time for pleasantries. It escapes quickly back over the border to Zambia. He’s tiring of all the intensity of hurried journeys and meetings with the boss.

But Sampson’s patience is soon to be tested to the limit on arrival back at the spook camp. He discovers to his utter annoyance, the camp in turmoil and without a soul in more obvious sight. There are clothes, beer cans and bottles scattered all over the place. Fresh meat burns over open fires, with loud music blaring out from the radio. Then he discovers the ultimate sin or two AK47’s rifles left unattended and leaning against a tree.

He proclaims with fury and the bastards can forget about any bonuses, now. They’ve wiped out any chance of that. Bloody lucky not to have attracted the enemy, he growls out. The enemy might well be observing the scene all the while and making notes. They might well have been drawn in as a magnet by the commotion. Any advantage his group might have had, wiped out or lost from such stupidity.

However, there’s little point trying to reason with this lot – well right then, at least. They’re probably in moods of high spirits, along with still being disorientated from the wine, women and song.

“Will have to move out for sure now, no argument,” he cusses and lifts one of the rifles, then starts to stalk slowly forward.

He advances carefully forward, all the while keeping hidden behind trees and foliage. He’s ensuring to keep out of sight and once satisfied is clear, points the weapon skywards to let off a few rounds. Rattle, rattle, rattle, followed by deathly silence. A few moments later and from all directions, partly clad bodies scramble as they fall over each other in the rush. He let’s off a few more rounds, then calls out.

“Hey, hey, come here you bloody fools, come here,” his men slowly and sheepishly assemble.

“Do you want us all bloody killed? Make sure the women get out of here,” again bellowing out.

“You lot, best clear heads fast. Tidy up, we move out in two hours. Get moving, pack up, were out of here,” then storms off.

There’s definitely little point trying to explain how the meeting with the boss went right then with his men in such a state.

“Shit, they will last five minutes at this rate,” Sampson musses to himself.

He’s soon brought back to earth from deeper thoughts as there’s a tap on his shoulder.

“Sussie tells me you are not up for it. Come on big boy, let’s prove them her wrong.”

She’s been waiting patiently for his return and had not gotten involved with the others, so has managed to stay of sounder mind.

He might just as well get on with it, while the others do all the hard work of packing up. He deserves some respite, having found things in such disarray. Why should the bastards have all the fun? However, she’s impatient, already pulling here top off to expose upright breast, ripe nipples reaching for the sky.

But he’s also hungry and needs some scoff (food), first. Here’s the only way to doing things in the wild, treat them rough, don’t allow them to push a person around.

The bitches want only one thing, but firstly he has to replenish depleting energy levels then will take it out on the girl for all his worth. Once satisfying his stomach and releasing built up lust, then will hit the sack for a few hours. Loins by now bursting, but any pleasure again proves another damp squid and is all over in a tick.

The girl’s no more satisfied than when having started out, as she heads off for pastures green. The next day, he will update the others, but they have to secure a safe location first. He awakes some hours later and thankfully the bitches have gone, knowing what awaits them if still in sight. Sampson calls out for Richard, his second in command to join him.

If he thinks the boss having caught them out was clever, well just wait. To wait until the enemy sneaks in undetected, but as actual white skins, yet all disguised up as if one of them. The past experts who can infiltrate behind enemy lines, inhabitants no wiser, then all sorts of shit will hit the fan. He’s annoyed, actually damn annoyed at his second in command.

“Why the hell did you not have someone guarding the bloody place - for Christ’s sake?”

Sampson is in a fury and should have shot the lot of them for that’s all they’re worth. Let it happen again and by god he will. He has a number of personnel waiting in reserve and just yearning to enlist. Richard feels he’s cornered.

“Sorry boss, mixture of wine, women and song,” his meek, if not humble response.

“Bloody excuses, that’s all and worth very little. You should have all been captured, even killed,” Sampson slams back.

Richard’s clearly guilty and has failed the test, along with annoying his commander. Now tries to retrieve ground, by enquiring how the meeting went and if their money’s in place - bloody audacity of his second in command.

Sampson’s facial features distort noticeably, the colour in his face grows greyer with each passing second. Further anger wells up inside him at the mere mention of money.

He orders his second-in-command to call the others over, while reminding him to leave guards in place this time. The others duly arrive looking rather sheepish. Sampson has another go, outlining risks they’d taken. The boss is angry, even now verging on a frenzy with them having acted so foolhardy.

He’s certainly ensuring the points made and is going to cost them, dearly. Such basic and gross misjudgements do not get off lightly. So is goodbye to their hard earned bonuses and they will have to double the work load if hoping to earn it back. He then barks out.

They will have to secure another safe and secluded location as a priority. He’s not finished with them, either.

”Also you bunch of rabble, there’s to be no more girls until I’m satisfied were on top of things again.”

Sampson’s clearly demonstrating he’s in charge and not Richard. Here’s a group of out of control spooks, even at times on the rampage. Those who face the challenge of securing the biggest haul to date on this tour of duty. So it is vital discipline, organisation and total focus is fully maintained.

The group break up, as a lone voice lets the boss know they are determined to get their money back - somehow. It is simply not right hitting them of their hard earned and deserved bonuses. Sampson becomes even more enraged, letting the culprit know in no uncertain terms.

“You can shit off, for all I care. You’re the ones who’ve acted as utter fools. You lot deserve to be done in here and now – don’t tempt me or fuck with me, man.”

Gall of the man, but Sampson will have to pacify them for now, leave direct physical confrontations for another day. If his charges do not work diligently, well he will still retain certain options. He will not let them get off lightly having discovered the camp in such a debacle, so have to earn bonuses back, that’s all. Even if they do, he’s planning to place rounds up arses as the ultimate rewards. For now though, he knows they remain important and needs them for a further period.

His group are close to hitting the big one, so cannot afford to falter now. But he will also have to retain a close eye on his back from now on, that’s all. He knows certain elements might well be working against him. In the interim will work out a plan of part bonuses being earned back over a period. He’s delivered a clear message and will advise the group, less a guard of course, to report back within half an hour.

Meanwhile, he has to work out a plan, adjust figures in his little book. Half an hour soon passes, as the group assembles and wait for Sampson to appear. Meanwhile, the boss has placed part bonuses in individual envelopes, which are soon being ripped open by recipients. Green notes float to the ground, followed by rather furrowed brows. They’re clearly not happy, as an angry voice proclaims.

“Fifteen hundred dollars, seems a fair deal to me - under the circumstances.”

He’s docked 5O% off all bonuses. So if they’re good little boys and if knowing what’s good for them, then will shut up and count their blessings rather. If they work hard, then might just get back balances, but has to be earned. He orders them to piss off and behave themselves and start acting as professionals for a change.

Through his actions, along with protestations, the boss is building up much animosity and resentment, which might well spill over down the road. Meanwhile, our man on the run or Simon keeps a close look out for the dreaded witch doctor. He wakes up early the following morning with sounds of nature echoing about him.

It is still only five fifteen and already the sun rises to the horizon. A most wonderful sight to behold, as the sun rays glisten off a rivers surface situated only a few metres to front of him. Dew drops light up the long grass and surrounding leaves and trees, also. All this further enhanced by birds chirping away contentedly.

Buddy, the turtle dove, is already busy conveying early day messages across the open veld (bush). Simon has managed to sleep soundly, thankfully. Rather too deeply by the look of things, for to the ground and only a few metres from his position, remains of a leopards midnight meal. He soon enough identifies the beast as a leopard from the paw marks, which are smaller than that of the lion.

The beast has obviously stalked a large male baboon, trapping it in the trees above of where Simon had sheltered for the night. So tired was he, had heard not a sound of the commotion all the while. Highly fortunate for him that the baboon was also in the vicinity, for he most certainly would have ended up being meal that night.

Simon has many challenges still ahead of him, so might have proven much kinder had the Leopard put him out of his misery with what still awaits him. Now lifting an aching body, he stretches listless limbs, as suddenly severe cramps grip his inner being to double him up.

Severe pains wrench to the abdomen region, forcing him heavily down on his knees. Agonising, he wrenches from pain clinging to the loins, forcing him even further downwards, then flat on his stomach. Now writhing around in agony, the cramps creep even further down and deeper to the legs.

Might well be effects of a dreaded curse already placed on him. He tries hoisting himself upright, but stumbles to fall backwards. Slowly, unsteadily, he tries regaining his posture, head spinning. Then tries lifting a by now trembling body.

Arching all over, shaking uncontrollably, the fever is overtaking him. Stumbling again and falls heavily on his backside, as the devil grips his deeper, inner sanctum. The curse saps any remaining strength by each passing minute, as he slumps forward and on the stomach.

The magnitude of his cries bounces back off the trees, followed by a high shrilled cry. He has to regain his sanity, remind himself it is all in the mind, not to give up his strength. Slowly he rises to his feet, but sways from side to side and clutches tightly at a pumping abdomen region. The foliage surrounding his position appears darker, then lighter, darker and lighter once more. It is as if heavy hands keep pushing hard down on the shoulders, as he again stumbles and is soon down on one knee.

Then he keels forward once more and is again on his stomach, to roll over on his back, totally exhausted. He again endeavours easing a searing pain now racking through his whole body. Then rolls over, curls legs inwards and up to the stomach region. Perspiration drenches his whole body, the breathing now heavier. Flopping back, he stares ahead at what appear green skies falling in from above. The trees and foliage, give off distinct impressions of also now falling in on him.

He can hardly withstand the constant rush of venom pumping through veins. Voices start to ring out in his ears, as faces of the medicine men appear before his very eyes.

Don’t mess about with these more negative spirits, for is as if playing with fire. With that a by now deep seated venom, digs ever deeper to deliver searing jolts to once more rupture the inner-soul. Simon reaches down, hand trembling, as a sweaty palm clasps around his bush knife. He places the razor sharp blade to his abdomen region. Suddenly, the ivory handle becomes unbearably hot - too hot to handle.

He let’s out a yelp, even as if a scolded puppy, by simultaneously relinquishing a by now burning instrument. This is followed by a clanging sound as his bush knife lands heavily to the hardened ground below. A curse is proving most severe and determined to counter his every move. He’s witnessed others overcome by curses as that now tearing to his very being. Body virtually on fire, head swirls, perspiration pours down his face and into burning eyes.

Just then and as quickly as the curse had engulfed him and as if a miracle, his head starts to clear and body is cooling down. Totally amazed at a sudden transformation, he manages to stand up, even if somewhat gingerly. The aching head clearing by each passing second, he draws in deep breaths of fresh air. Now standing on more stable legs, his mind is able to rationalise again.

Aware enough to know he has to locate the nearest government office to impart all he knows about those supporting the carnage. Firstly though, he will freshen up and regain his strength for the long walk ahead. Then try catching something to eat for is at least five miles to the nearest government office. He is still too weak to even contemplate making it to the offices right then.

Then casts around the area to see the usual nutrients found in surrounding bushes and trees. Fortunately, he’s spent the night close to a fairly busy tributary of the main Zambezi River, so can try catching fish. Taking in a few more gulps of fresh air, picks up the knife and then listens out. Distinct sounds of lions roaring in the distance to deliver the usual commanding tones.

The king of the jungle might even be giving permission for other lesser creatures to now venture out in a wider kingdom. A sure sign the wilderness is awakening, as the king himself, has spoken. Once he’s reported all to the office, will then simply disappear and for his own safety. Even move to the city, find a job with a master (boss) and change his name.

One just never knows what lies in wait, as spooks have eyes and ears planted around virtually every corner. Hopefully by moving on, no one will be any the wiser. He’s feels far more clear minded by now and certainly steadier on his feet. Then stops momentarily, recalling an awful experience which had engulfed him only a few minutes earlier. As he readies, prepares to set out, as again the fuzzy feeling wells up inside his head.

He dashes off towards the river, hoping like hell to shake off an evil spirit again entering his soul as a deadly viper. Even feels like a rather annoying, deadly bumble bee buzzing around his head, readying itself to deliver a sting. He is determined not to allow the evil to overwhelm him, again.

“Get to the river, freshen up and quench burning lips and a dry throat,” he admonishes himself.

Shoes and what remains off his socks are soon ripped off, he ventures towards inviting waters. He has caught fish with a knife before, but it does require a certain technique. Now splashing away vigorously, gulping uncontrollably trying to quench a heavy thirst. Simon is by now totally absorbed with his immediate needs. So much so, that should there be predators on the prowl, he certainly has not taken time out to check for a presence.

Somewhat now refreshed, blurred vision clearing, he moves to a more tranquil position and studies the waters surface. Then he dips his head beneath the surface to then raise it up again. He spots ripples from some sizeable fish which are leaping in the distance. The cool, inviting water soon helps to revive him further and feels ready for the job at hand.

The waters slightly murky, but is also flowing at a steady pace. Some other bathers have obviously been in the vicinity earlier, for the sandy banks are dotted with pieces of well used home made soap. He ventures in further, carefully, slowly, step by step so as to not now disturb the waters surface, unduly.

Trousers by now rolled up to the knees, Simon losses his balance momentarily. Steadying himself, shirt sleeves also rolled up, again places his head under the waters surface. A few one-footers swirl around searching out unsuspecting prey as he waits motionless, knife at the ready.

Checking his feet are firmly secured, he again places his head under the waters surface, eyes scanning intently. The fish have moved on, but will be back as he starts to raise his head to take in some more air. He’s just dipping down again, when suddenly and without sign or warning, he’s hit hard as if being crunched by a speeding train.

The thunderous impact to his body shakes him to the very core. He’d given very little thought to reptiles designed to keep the rivers cleansed, as his head is suddenly jolted sharply, skywards. The blue skies above now a swirling blur. Searing pain engulfs him, as he’s being tossed about like a piece of cloth.

First upwards, then downwards, then up again above the waters surface and at maximum speed. He’s well and truly trapped in yet another fierce battle for life. The evil spirits are determined he will not see out that day one way or other. Clamped in a vice grip of jaws lined with multiple fangs, while being taken through journeys known to the initiated as ‘The Death Dive.’

A vicious reptile has him ensnared in a most powerful grip, twisting and turning as it travels. A huge damn crocodile, rendering the prey limp by winding and then suffocating him. Simon’s still conscious to surrounds, knowing by now he’s well and truly locked in jaws of a hungry, unrelenting beast. He fights back furiously for his very being, trying to free his body from certain death.

Powerful jaws lined with multiple, razor sharp molars, jam shut in an ever tightening grip. A rather scaly, frightening looking creature tears at flesh and limb, while twisting and turning to thrash its long tail violently. Then, without much effort, again turns the prey steeply upwards to jar limbs to the very core. Then again twists downwards at high speed to knock the wind from of the victim’s lungs.

Trees are all but a blur, as if travelling on a roller coaster, again shoots skywards in a flash, as the reptile twists a huge frame in mid-air. Lunging downwards, as water now gushes out of the preys mouth, eyes and ears. The beasts trying to drown its victim, to render him limp. A huge bloody beast, measuring over twelve feet long and weighing well over two hundred kilograms, has him.

Then again it tosses Simon at will for what appears an eternity, all the while twisting, turning, tail thrashing. Suddenly it jerks a huge frame forward like a fighter aircraft turning at will while in full flight. Higher up to the sky, then downwards, deep under the waters below. In the beasts frenzied attempt to suffocate him, it tries adjusting the jaw line, endeavours to gain a tighter grip on a by now somewhat frail human frame.

Miraculously, in that split second, Simon manages to break free. Desperately tries swimming towards safety of the river bank. All is in vain, as arms and legs are numbed from severe wounds, a body reacting to overcome severe injuries. The taste and sight of fresh blood now pasted around the hungry crocodile jaws, makes the beast even more frenzied. Simon is mesmerised by a sea of red surrounding him, limp arms trying in vain to locate his hunting knife.

He panics on realising it has been knocked free on impact. As a charging bull, the crocodile sickeningly targets him once more. Hitting hard, mighty jaws seize around a bloodied torso, the delayed reaction of searing pain soon surfaces, which will eventually overwhelm Simon. Again, razor sharp molars cut ever deeper to punctured limbs. Now he tries bellowing out, but only manages to garble out bubbles of air.

A limp body heaved skywards, knocking any remaining wind from his chest cavity. Once more he is viciously dragged steeply downwards, the sudden jolt rendering him totally limp. Head flops loosely from side to side. It appears a bit late in the day to realise the least resistance certainly would have proven better forms of defence. Far wiser having played for dead, lying limp until an opportunity presents itself to make good an escape.

A sea of red covers the waters surface, causing the reptile to quicken a frenzied attack. Yet amazingly, Simon has mustered up just enough energy to again free himself from jaws of death. Stunned at again being free, he tries summoning up enough energy to escape, but his body sinks downwards. He’s clearly done for with legs and arms not reacting, arms hanging loose.

It is only a matter of seconds before the beast hones in to finish off the job. Now barely conscious, as a further sickening thud dents his weakened torso. Then he’s driven headlong deep to murky, bloodied waters and to depths below. The shear pain of it all, finally and mercifully forces Simon to blank out. The crocodile knows full well battles for life is over for the struggling prey. Now the beast continues heading downwards towards a stark, dark and murky den.

Simon’s problems have been solved in many ways that fateful day. He’s lucky, for had he been caught by the witch doctors, well then would have faced much worse situations to endure certain tortures. A treatment meted out to both body and mind to last an eternity in comparison. Crocodiles retain large dens dug out of river beds and also set amongst rocks as designed to store victims for days on end.

There are occasions and actually recorded, where victims have revived. Those who did not fight back violently as Simon did, by thinking it to be the only way to survive. Those who miraculously swim to safety, make an escape good from the rather dark depths below. However in most cases, the carcasses rot away to eventually be consumed. Once adequately decayed, the remains are shaken violently as a cloth.

The pieces of decomposing flesh falling free at will and proves easier to consume and digest. Crocodiles are fascinating creatures, even direct links back to the early days of earthly creation. They might well still hold secrets set deep within sanctums, which might yet lead to some fascinating discoveries. Nature and by design, has cleverly worked out mechanisms of keeping landscapes cleaner. Also studies of these reptiles, is throwing up some exciting possibilities.

For instance, it is closely noted, crocodiles tend to heal far quicker than humans do. Scientist’s are carrying out laboratory studies to discover that certain human afflictions and viruses might well be treatable with crocodile serum. They appear to contain additional compositions in the blood against certain afflictions. The murky rivers or waters they inhabit these days contain many variances of decease’s, yet they are not overcome. Should we humans become afflicted by the same viruses, can well then prove deadly!

However, it is fascinating just how crocodiles manage to recover quickly, even when badly wounded as with losing a limb for instance. The immune system somehow repels infections, as with damaged tissue and which soon repairs itself. Indeed we humans, still have a lot to learn, with possible answers to our own problems lying in free gifts of nature. Those as contained in that which we simply take for granted, to wrongly term or assume as outright enemies. Just how clever we humans really are in comparison to nature, remains the big question. That which most assume intelligence can solve, has already been devised and even overcome by nature.

In Harare, Zimbabwe and once known as Salisbury, Southern Rhodesia, life has become one huge struggle for the majority. Yet for a minority or more select few, might appear to carry on as normal. Here's a modern city by African standards and first constructed during the colonial period dating back to the late eighteen hundreds. Streets, which were once named after the white pioneers or explorers, including the likes of Rhodes, Jameson and Livingstone, he who had stumbled on the Victoria falls.

Now all has changed of course, with names replaced by African's to recall those termed liberators or the heroes. Now are named along the lines of former Presidents during the liberation period. They include the likes of Samora Machel of Mozambique, Julius Nyrere of Tanzania, Kenneth Kaunda of Zambia and Nelson Mandela of South Africa. These new rulers had determined they would do away with signs or reminders of what they've blanketed, rightly or wrongly - 'those repressive imperialist pasts.'

Statues of white figures as Cecil Rhodes which once stood proudly were systematically removed on attaining Uhuru (independence). These moves, clearly reflecting lands were no-longer inclined towards reminders of what they believed were the white man's history and advancement, alone. However most interestingly, one of the more natural wonders of the world or the mighty Victoria Falls still retains a colonial colouring. The name has not been changed, so even the new rulers capitalised and induced foreign tourism along with their receipts, of course.

The new leaders, by then also well trained and versed in political gamesmanship. By not changing the name to that of an African clearly left clear reminders of the fact. They too capitalised on the first white man recorded to have stumbled on the falls, yet in effect also a white colonialist from Britain. Indeed, the name of the Scotsman known as Doctor David Livingstone, remained in place, along with his statue. Yes the statue still stands proudly over looking the smoke that thunders.

All very well then including certain reminders of days past when suiting circumstances. But on the other hand, then also clearing lands of any reminders that the once virgin plains, had been turned into highly productive lands by the settlers. Doctor Bryant is himself a so called third generation colonial or settler. In fact, he counts himself a white African through and through and knows no other way of life or lifestyle. How can fingers then be pointed at the likes of him?

It was not as if he had been given choices before conception. Not his personal choice to then be born then educated and raised in the land. Divides are simply manufactured, to then be manipulated for short term, political gain. Indeed, nature had determined where he was to be born and in this instance as a true, indigenous African. Yes, he dearly loves his country of birth, just as much as the next. His heart after all is in the right place and deeply entrenched in Africa.

Yet, a wider world had somehow determined years of white expertise, could and would simply be sacrificed, thrown over board. While by now, security surrounding the Doctor has been significantly tightened. Those controlling the on going carnage, appear more determined to get him. Now, there is also to be increased security measures around the Doctors house, even though he has been silently moved. The doctor once more is in a deep reflective mood as he recalls ringing words of the Brigadier.

Doctor Bryant stands to the rear of a secured room in a city centre hotel. Reflecting on a life being hounded for simply caring, trying to save heritage's of pasts, presents and to futures. His great grand father had arrived in the country during the late 1800's, along with Rhodes and the pioneers. By all accounts, the period proved no picnic, far from it. His direct family line, started life in Africa working firstly in the mines, then after a few years of damn hard graft and toiling down sweaty mines, graduated into farming.

His great grand father then began a new career as a hired farm hand and worked his way up to assistant farm manager. He finally managed to progress to full manager, but only after further years of toiling. To eventually take over as the tenant farmer and after some more years, managed finally to secure his own farm producing tobacco and maize. This very same farm is where his brother lived before his whole family and heritage was ruthlessly torn down by those termed war-veterans.

The once great country and named Southern Rhodesia after its colonial founder, Cecil John Rhodes, was fast dissolving. It was superb, yet also once only virgin lands, then built up to represent backbones of a most buoyant economy. His brother had also concentrated on growing tobacco and maize along with many others in those once prosperous regions. They were the backbone to the breadbasket of Africa. To form effective agriculture outputs in vital lands to help secure the local's future prosperity, even survival.

An industry, well then, had accounted for some forty percent of the country's gross national product output. Indeed, an extremely efficient country, while also employing large percentages of locals and securing extended families. Now, even treasures as sustainable agricultural land utilisation, was under direct threat from a greedy authority. All was to appear and be sold as if done in quests to finally satisfy promises delivered during the civil war. Yes as due rewards for the so-called veterans, who had fought to install a black majority government.

Now, a number of once highly productive farms had been overrun, then registered to approved Government officials with little or no farming experience. There are regular reports of some Government Ministers even now owning twelve farms, each. Yet most of them stand idle and derelict, with the buildings falling apart. All the while, a majority continues to live in abject poverty with great fears for any futures. The Doctor had not automatically followed a farming career as was expected of him.

That particular offer remained on the table, but he enjoys working in saving wild life, too much. Now here he stands in a hotel room casting to the streets below. It is most noticeable just how much unemployment is gripping lands. Hundreds and hundreds of unskilled youngsters, tend to mingle and idle the day's away. They are seen on every street corner, just wasting away. Damn shame and a total waist of manpower. Here, in effect can still be found virtual virgin lands offering so much variety, along with many natural resources, also.

Yet, it now lacks accountability, funding, expertise and stability so vital if ever hoping to achieve progressive, annual growth rates once more. If only pride, could be replaced by wider visions. If only intransigence, had not been imported to blight once saner lands. If only the leaders would not only think of the next election to buy favours. If only a statesman thinking of future generations, would have been allowed to rise. This once stable country could well have retained a strong, vibrant and expanding economy, if not for international politics interfering.

Yet somehow, greater powers decided the opposite was required in order to see millions upon millions of innocent souls struggling, rather. Lands once able to absorb and with virtually zero point unemployment, sees those sitting around idle on every street corner. All has been transformed to nest's of much dissent, along with breeding grounds for future crime. An idleness of hand and mind encourages illegal activities of the unskilled. All the while, draconian measures as these, merely sees individuals stay alive for yet another day, there chances of thriving - done for.

Some wonderful and yes committed skills now lost forever and contributing or benefiting far off, even foreign lands. Vital resources and expertise lost forever of those moving to bigger and better things, while a majority finds their leaders just do not care a damn. The biggest problem remains no-one wants to admit all Africans, are inter-linked and through birth rights. Further they are cemented by events of a joint history for share a common heritage of belonging to each other.

Doctor Bryant might well also have taken that termed 'the chicken run' or left the country voluntarily. However for him, there's only one life he desires most. He's committed to the wilderness, which Africa can still deliver in abundance through common causes. At a peak of the lands prosperity or when still Rhodesia, the white population only numbered a mere 270,000 and not a huge number in global terms, yet inputs were more than magnified by actual returns.

No-one can question the commitment and fortitude of the then small nation of Rhodesia. History clearly bares this out. He now recalls white leaders of the sixties, declaring that termed 'Unilateral Declaration of Independence' from the British Crown. The lands leaders were left totally frustrated at the continual broken promises and amended agreements delivered down the years. Finally, they were forced to react, hoping the world finally saw sense of gradual movements to majority rule, yes and as agreed in 1961 and 1964.

That taking such a decision did not come easy as was of great magnitude and done to try and save sanity. White leaders of the lands, remained convinced there was only one course of action left open to them. They had endeavoured holding on against all odds, but had their arms twisted by threats. Yes forced through political manipulation, to capitulate most sadly. Indeed, tried stemming or holding back tides of black-nationalism and socialism as heavily backed by Russia and China.

They had tried convincing not so wise Western leaders of the consequences. Fully outlined what would follow if merely calculating outcomes based on numbers alone as bottom lines. A once, most viable entity, would indeed break down if suddenly forced down rocky roads of revolution. The country, required periods of stability, to then gradually convert to responsible, majority rule. So called responsible leaders, should not follow mere calculations based on numbers alone as if that counted for everything.

That, during the same period some four odd million inhabitants were being sold a dummy. Yes as backed by a wider world, they would be forced by their own leaders to overwhelm all else, to include accountability. The onward march towards Independence or Uhuru, cannot be calculated to work when based on one man, one vote elections, alone. Indeed, little account was given to this fact. That certain faction's of African politics is renowned for utilising most devious means of securing control and at all costs.

Achieving end results through intimidation delivered in many forms and remained the standard norms. The thugs would ensure innocent individuals 'obeyed them.' If not, then all hell would break out, even leading to a number of careless deaths. Yet, had more flexible transitions as originally agreed in 1961 and 1964 been implemented, would have ensured evolutionary processes, rather. A well trained, committed indigenous population and of all race groups, would have been end results. A Western World seen as championing minimal standards.

Seen to encourage sounder, foreign policies, instead of what has transpired ever since. To have been behind joint working partnerships, instead of the pillaging which has ensued to blight whole lives. Further, white expertise would have been retained and supported by international investments, with risks calculated on returns. All in turn designed to enhance and deliver modern communications, training, jobs and of course, sustainable growth. In the medium and long term, would have saved much hardship and across ethnic groups.

Rhodesians were in the process of teaching processes of responsible and accountable government, firstly, but that just would not do. Perhaps these lessons are comparable to firstly being the co-pilot and once competent and trained, then piloting the craft independently, but importantly, also safely. To then take over reigns of control, but with all passengers still on aboard. Vital sections of a highly experienced community would still be there in reserve. There working hand in hand with additional guidance also available.

The Doctor is reflecting over events, as even being comparable to an authority having since committed suicide. The co-pilot encouraged to leave hatches wide open in mid flight, then emptying contents heavily to the grounds below. Indeed, sound advice was to fall on deaf ears and in the end proved virtually impossible to repair the damaged goods. Ears remained closed to truths, more especially amongst those believing they knew what was best. A virtual siege mentality existed, which should never have been allowed to transpire.

Those of intelligent minds blinded by political correctness by riding on the back of propaganda broadcasts designed to blacken the more innocent bystander, further. A once colonial authority, proved unable to admit they got it all horribly wrong. Simply then go on and repeat mistakes down histories road through miscalculations or perhaps taking orders from those unseen to ensure millions end up in poverty. Simply walked away and left behind fires burning in the wake.

To then leave behind a total mess to inherit, with those abandoned or left behind, finding it impossible to then resurrect, alone. Locals or those clearly understanding conditions on the ground expected to inherit ensuing mire's, but with no recourse to justice and or due recognition. All passing thoughts or dreams now of course, as chances of saving millions, had been squandered. A majority left behind to suffer, abandoned to inherit nothing of real values. Yet, a number still believe there remains light in forms of indigenous white influences to help secure future generations.

While a number of politicians, prove without doubt they're only interested in self preservation and gratification and at the expense of all else. As for sustained progress and expansion, a scenario clearly represents an aeroplane by now well out of control. Tipped on its side, hatch doors deliberately left open while in full flight. Indeed, proving worthless to then at the eleventh hour, endeavouring to secure the doors, the horse having already bolted. Colonial powers all the while, proved themselves mainly interested in securing certain fiscal considerations.

Any emerging economy, will struggle so long as business interests are based at the whims of those abroad. A committed, local expertise would be confined to history, flown the nest, along with years of investment and experience. Vital ingredients necessary if ever hoping to maintain forms of stability, but now all gone! Herein then, lies roots to a whole ongoing and sorry saga, with the once mother country, lacking vision when needed most. Most unfortunately, an indigenous have been continually pillaged, even used and abused in essence.

Calls ringing out, but more subtly for them to be virtually abandoned! A new authority would prove itself only interested in retaining themselves. They then journey abroad to enjoy ill-gotten gains stuffed in those off-shore bank accounts. Those involved in the agricultural sectors would be tolerated, well for a period to deliver false hopes suiting ruthless dictatorships. Here were once productive farming sectors accounting in the region of 70,000 highly skilled whites supporting finite infrastructures based on sustainable development.

All the while, the mass export of human resources and skills, continued. Huge depletion's as to represent major deficits of huge drains of vital and experienced manpower. Those forced, even encouraged to leave lands of births and within twenty short years of majority rule. During the same period, unemployment would rise to well over eighty percent. A once strong currency and having parity with the British pound, then devalued rapidly. Inflation, the curse of any economy, rocketed to un-calculable levels as days of accountable and responsible rule, vanished.

Manufacturing and other outputs, excluding agriculture initially, declined to within margins of virtual insolvency. The Doctor recalls days when a small nation and against all the odd's, delivered regular annual growth rates averaging between seven and twelve percent. Even at one point, these lands of the then Rhodesia, represented the fastest growing economy in the western world. All this happened while under total siege placed on it through The United Nations, but as driven forward by Britain and America.

All positive progress in lands while also fighting a virtual civil war and placed under universal sanctions. More businesses opened doors than ever before. Indeed, the lands were forced to looking inwards rather to local industry and diversify by increasing local production outputs. Unemployment during the same period remained in single figures, while a misguided world at large held loaded gun's to the country's leaders. Further, the country more than held its own on the sporting field, also.

Indeed, they twice beat the mighty All Blacks at rugby union and in the year of 1949. While even the mighty Springboks or South Africa, could not manage to beat them on that particular tour. The national ladies hockey team went on to win the Olympic gold medal held in Russia during 1980. Gives some idea of what the once saner lands achieved and what would have remained the picture had the world allowed matters to be solved, internally.

During these more enlightened days unfortunately, there's no longer enough quality players left to make up teams to contest regional contests. Now in truth there are not many small nations around the globe able to legitimately lay claim to such fine achievements with limited, human resources. On numerous occasions, the country beat the bigger unions of neighbouring South Africa at both cricket and rugby. All now lost of course or forced by manufactured events, which should never have been allowed to occur.

Doctor Bryant has only recently bid farewell to another lifelong friend. An individual has returned to England for family reasons and forced to relinquish his post as a local reporter. All the while, the good Doctor ponders over what the years ahead now hold for one and all. The nation's outputs across the board will have to expand rapidly if ever hoping to absorb ever increasing, indigenous population growths. Vital factors have to be addressed, including saving common heritages.

Perhaps an agency can be launched abroad and encouraging individuals to return home where they belong. Here are most vexing problems which afflicts whole lands. A wider world, has to give due recognition that all remain African's. A wider world, has continually, if not conveniently kept missing this vital point. For they continually deliver short term solutions to long standing problems. Appears a wider world itself requires strong, uninhabited leadership so lacking in modern society.

It is now filled with Politicians tending to think only of the next election, while the long lost Statesmen, consider future generations, rather. Statesmen as with the former Rhodesian Prime Minister for example who was born, educated and raised to the then Southern Rhodesia or now Zimbabwe. Now, they find themselves effectively banned at birth. All for having been blessed with foresight and would also not be allowed to claim automatic birth rights or citizenship.

The Doctor dwells on what should have remained a virtual panacea. Colonialism, indeed delivered certain inequalities for a majority around the world and not only in Africa. However, when analysed by more rational heads and as real bottom line balance sheets, it delivered much progress. All now lost as echo's of progress from within once progressive, working economies which has vanished. Now sees a virtual cancer consume the total creation. Here's a most beautiful country, nestling under clear blue skies and as set off by the blazing, African sun.

Yet, if things had been managed properly, could yet still offer much and for everyone. Hotels, rival the best in the world as lodged in and amongst modern cities. African craft in abundance, supplies of most minerals and a work force so deserving of greater opportunities. There are wide open spaces just waiting to produce for all, along with wild life crying out to be saved. The streets below should be full of tanned faces, tourists enjoying holidays of a lifetime.

Those investing in lands, while supporting and enhancing local infrastructures. Now here he stands, effectively forced into isolation for daring to care. He feels at times as if involved in a lone crusade of trying to save a country's very heritage. At current rates, even the white face in those parts, might itself be placed on endangered lists. He ponders over issues, when is jolted back to earth, the phone in his hotel room rings, starling him. He quickly places a handkerchief over the mouth peace and then lifts the receiver, gingerly.

It is the Brigadiers office, enquiring after him. Doctor Bryant insists he receives the recognised identification code before proceeding. Silence, then followed by the magic words 'Zebra Zone.' He simply cannot take any chances, as one just never knows who might be trying to trap him. Once satisfied the calls genuine, finally admits it is in fact him or Doctor Bryant speaking. Brigadier Coetzee advises the Doctor to gather up his things, there's been another change in plans.

Things are getting far too hot, so there's no time for delay. Doctor Bryant is to meet the Brigadier at a designated parking area behind the hotel. He knows which one, as was arranged in case of such eventualities. The Brigadier will be waiting in a brown Peugeot 4O4, with a plain clothed security guard placed on the hotel landing to meet the Doctor. He's to use the rear porter's lift and meet the Brigadier within the next ten minutes.

The phone goes dead. How long is all this going to last? Severe harassment and all for carrying about what he considers a most vital job. Surely everyone supports saving, rather than simply destroying? Try saving God's creatures, if one is still encouraged to believe in such powers above. Even now wonders if it is worth putting up with such inconveniences. He should forget it, truly retire and take up a more leisurely life. He turns around and looks over the room.

He sets out to search for his wallet containing vital identity documents. Checks the bed and is under the pillow for safety and casts to his watch - only two and a half minutes left. This is soon followed by a most unwelcome interruption or a knock to the door. Quickly drops to the floor, the Doctor crawls forwards, sneaks upwards, then takes a look who it is through a peep hole set in the door. There standing to his front, is a smartly dressed, African gentleman.

"Is that all? Don't be bothering me with that, send it to the office, for Christ's sake."

Then continues gathering up belongings, making sure the way's clear. He flies out the room and does not bother closing the door behind him. Security's positioned and waiting to accompany him and only takes a minute or so for the lift to arrive on the ground floor. Heavy doors slide open and the occupants disembark. They do not run, but walk calmly towards the waiting Peugeot. The car engines left running, with bonnet facing towards the hotel exit. Doctor Bryant takes up a rear passenger position.

"Sorry for the inconvenience Doctor, but spooks and pay-masters are becoming even more nervous."

They simply cannot take further risks with his safety. Then quickly head out the hotel gates as a somewhat confused Doctor Bryant enquires.

He's by now totally fed up at being hounded and shifted around like a hobo. The Brigadier meanwhile, continually keeps an eye on the rear view mirror. The security guard is on his radio keeping intelligence posted on movements. They're heading out of town altogether, this time.

"I'm tired of keeping an eye on you Doctor. It is a bloody nerve racking business."

Explaining, that for now he's off to a farm situated in Centenary where security will prove easier to maintain and also monitor. They're heading for a small private airport known as Lanseria located only a few miles out of Harare. On arriving at the airport, three further security vehicles taxi forward. Now making up a virtual convoy, as they move forward to a hanger where the aircraft's positioned.

All passengers are to remain in the vehicle until the pilot motions them forward. This will not prove a long flight or lasting only approximately half an hour. At least on the farm, the Doctor can get on with his work well away from prying eyes. His is vital to the success of a whole operation and needs to keep up energy levels. He has to remain above things if to prove effective, more especially in the weeks ahead with what's being planned as coordinated strikes.

THE WORLD HAS SIMPLY STOOD STILL - EVEN GONE BACKWARDS - IN TRUTH