Whatever happened to one John Kapito, a formerly celebrated hero of political and human rights activism, only Kapito himself knows. But all I know is that he is more needed now than then. I have searched for him, in the papers, among radio frequencies, only silence. The man is silent, he does not want to talk.
I have been searching for this man for a long time now. I remember asking a friend of mine—whom I should rather call Mapwevupwevu, for security reasons—one afternoon after a lecture in Creative Writing (it was a boring lecture, as always, with a misplaced lecturer teaching you how to write nursery rhymes), about the whereabouts of Kapito:
”Do you have any info, Mapwevupwevu, as regards the whereabouts of Kapito?”
“He one of those uncles of yours?”
“No, I want a job at COSOMA”
“He is in Blantyre, with his wife and children”, he triumphantly walked on, thinking that he had given me the best share
“No, I mean in the popular conception of the man”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I was expecting that he was to be as double vigilant in this BOE as he was during the DFSE”.
“What do BOE and DFSE stand for?”
“Black-Outs Era and Dry Filling Stations Era, respectively, that is”.
“You are a psychic, you know that, Mr Rambler?”
“My girlfriend reminds me about that everyday”
“So what do you expect him to do, hold another demonstration and have thousand deaths this time?”
He pronounced each word of the question with an air of gentlemanly authority about him. I looked around, and saw exactly what I was expecting, given the fact that I have known Mapwevupwevu for a long time. Few paces ahead of us in the corridor was his dream girl. I then asked him in a low tone:
“Are you sure she is worth of all this trouble?”
“Who? And what trouble?” the surprised look was faked.
“Spare me the ‘who’ part, but I will answer the ‘what’ part. Here you are, my friend, trying to make an impression, trying to make her know that you also exist, and that you are different, and worth of her care, but do you think she cares?”
“Forget it, back to Kapito”
“Well, like I was asking, do you want another 20 July?”
“Hold it right ther, the 20 July demonstrations were not his staging”
“Whatever, he was part of its fuelling!”
“He was part of human rights activism”, I quickly chirped in.
“Well, different point of views”
“I know, I am a socialist and you are a Christian”
“He is a Christian too”
“Well, that makes the two of you, him seducing the power that be and you flirting with her, both of you on a quest for self-enrichment, fulfillment of personal desires. He has found his now, have you got hold of yours yet?”
“Mr Rambler, I have no interest in her”
“Who?” I was quick to ask this time.
He just looked at me, and said, as we parted ways to our rooms:
“When you find Kapito, evaluate him in four pages, Times New Romans, 1.5 spacing, due date is the day you find him. Good luck”.
We both laughed it off, and went our ways.
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