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It does seem that the Mugabe regime is running on empty.

If it is in fact in the midst of collapse, what will happen to Zimbabwe thereafter?

I don't know.

The usual discussion of such a question turns it into another question: "Who will govern after Robert Mugabe and his sycophants have vacated their seats?"

But of course that way of putting it implies that somebody has to govern, that those seats can't remain empty, and that is the premise that I for one would hope that the people of Zimbabwe would and will question, perhaps the assumption that thought leaders such as  Evan Mawarire are now questioning.

Mawarire turned himself in to the police upon hearing he was set to be arrested.  That is what is happening in the photo above. Another key agitator, younger and perhaps less committed to non-violence that Mawarire, is Acie Lumumba. Names worth knowing as events unfold.


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