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Covering Mugabe for Reuters - 'You're the one who says I'm dying?'
November 24, 2017 / 11:53 AM / 21 days ago

Covering Mugabe for Reuters - 'You're the one who says I'm dying?'

HARARE (Reuters) - Retired correspondent Cris Chinaka worked for Reuters in Harare from 1990 to 2015. Before that he reported on Zimbabwe for the ZIANA news agency and MOTO, a weekly newspaper. Here he reflects on a third of a century of covering “Uncle Bob”.

FILE PHOTO - Zimbabwe's President Robert Mugabe arrives at Harare airport, after attending the U.N. general assembly in New York, September 29, 2008. REUTERS/Philimon Bulawayo/File Photo

There are two images of Robert Gabriel Mugabe that jump out of my memory to illustrate the contrasting sides of the man who led Zimbabwe for 37 years.

The first is of a combative and ebullient 57-year-old, dressed in an olive green military-type suit in the dying days of what was then white-run Rhodesia.

Waving a clenched fist in the air, he was scolding his opponents and rallying his supporters as they marched confidently towards the birth of a new nation: Zimbabwe.

The second is of a shrunken 93-year-old slumped in a cushioned seat, snoozing. His wife Grace, more than 40 years his junior, whispers in his ear while placing a colourful cowboy hat on his head as thousands of fawning ZANU-PF party faithful applauded.

In the nearly four decades that separated those two episodes, Zimbabwe had, in the eyes of its critics, declined into the same state as its leader: hollowed out, impotent and for some an object of ridicule.

That first image is from my first meeting with Mugabe, in February 1980, at a ZANU-PF rally in the southeastern province of Masvingo, ahead of the vote that would mark independence from Britain.

As Mugabe was ushered off the stage by his security guards, I introduced myself, shook his hand and asked for an interview.

He was warm and attentive at this approach from a junior reporter and said my newspaper, the MOTO weekly, was one of his favourite publications.

Aside from its nationalist editorial line, the paper may also have appealed to the Jesuit-educated Mugabe as it was published by the Catholic Church to which he belonged.

Shortly after our conversation, Mugabe survived what would be one of many assassination attempts when a land mine exploded, narrowly missed his vehicle in the motorcade heading back to the capital, Harare.

THE ROMAN CATHOLIC MAN

I had a longer one-on-one meeting three years later in March 1983 in India, where I was on a Commonwealth scholarship studying for a postgraduate degree in journalism.

Mugabe prided himself on his elephantine and encyclopaedic memory, but he must have been briefed on the backgrounds of the students at the Zimbabwean mission function in Delhi. When I introduced myself, he remarked, “Oh, you are our Roman Catholic man, right?”

FILE PHOTO - Zimbabwe President Robert Mugabe (L) speaks to his wife Grace during the funeral of his sister, Bridget in the village of Zvimba, Zimbabwe January 21 2014. REUTERS/Philimon Bulawayo/File Photo

Five years later, when I was covering an official visit to Brussels for Zimbabwe’s national news agency, Mugabe’s chief of protocol told him: “Your Excellency, that young Roman Catholic man is now a father.”

On the return journey, Mugabe came through from the presidential section of the plane into economy class, as he frequently did on such trips, to chat with members of the delegation. This time he sat next to me.

He asked about my wife and our new baby daughter. We also discussed my job and current affairs.

As he got up to leave after a 30-minute conversation, Mugabe said: “You sound like an intelligent young man. Why did you go into journalism?”

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Was he just joking, or was this a rare insight into what Mugabe - a man who would later be accused of gagging free speech and individual rights - really thought about the news business?

“YOU‘RE THE ONE WHO SAYS I‘M DYING?”

Mugabe knew the name of my daughter, Tariro, and for many years he would ask after her. I sometimes thought he remembered because she was born around the same time as his own daughter, Bona.

On other foreign trips around Africa and Europe, I had opportunities for discussions with Mugabe, invariably about the subject of his mission, but I always got a sense that he was only giving away glimpses of his real thoughts and feelings.

Even as his years advanced and his ability to recall distant facts and figures deserted him, he retained a sense of humour - especially at suggestions that he was on his way out.

In 2010, having secured an interview for Reuters, I was ushered into his office and greeted him as he sat behind his desk.

In return, he remarked with a smile: “Aargh, so you are the man who has been reporting that I am dying?”

The interview lasted 90 minutes, and covered everything from his health, the desperate state of the economy and the Western sanctions that his ZANU-PF government blamed for the ills that had befallen the nation.

My story focused on his denial that he was suffering from cancer and featured, for the first time, a line that he would repeat many times over the following years.

“Jesus died once, and resurrected only once - and poor Mugabe several times,” he said, clapping his hands in glee.

Editing by Ed Cropley and Giles Elgood

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