memoirsfromzimbawee

For three months Govenda had lived with his niece some four hundred kilometres away from his home and family. This was a time of high political tension and he dared not risk his life. Political activists were the most sought after. From the news and information coming to him, he knew that a number of his colleagues had been caught, some never to be seen again. He was thus careful with his every move. After his time in hiding he decided to go back to his family. Now that he was back the situation seemed okay. From the comfort of his home he was able to get all the updates, but not on that fateful day. As he sat with his family enjoying supper, suddenly there was a knock on the door. Innocently, one of his daughters opened it and three men in suits and dark glasses walked in. Without a word, they blindfolded him as he tried to resist. “Shhhhhhh, quiet and easy!!!”, was all one of the men said, pointing a shotgun at his belly. They held him firmly and bundled him towards the waiting car. Four strong men pulled him in and tied his legs and arms. His family watched the fading tail lights in shock as his abductors drove him away into the dark night.