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@Muswatadzi @Devro_Amplified @freemufumiri @MadzivaNehemiah @mawarirej @nickmangwana @Chofamba @IsaacMakomichi @ChipoMusarurwaS @TembaMliswa With respect, you misinterpret sire. The question was "where is Lazarus buried" and not "when was Lazarus buried". The message is 'there are some things that need our participation to put right'.

The Vice President gave a sermon. About Lazarus. About a man who died while the Lord waited. About a tomb sealed with a stone. About a question asked not for information, but for witness!!! And the political class is now scrambling to decode what they heard. Let me tell you what they heard. Chiwenga stood before the congregation and asked: when was Lazarus buried? He asked as if he did not know. He asked as if the Lord of all creation needed the crowd to tell him the hour of interment. He asked, he said, so that the people would give their input. So that things would not just happen idly. So that the miracle, when it came, would be witnessed - not imposed. Now sit with that!!! The most powerful sermon delivered in this Republic since the coup that brought Mnangagwa to power - and it is about a man who waited for death to complete itself before he acted. The Cabal has buried the Constitution. They have rolled the stone over the tomb. The Senate has voted. The Bill awaits the President's signature. The process is complete. The death has occurred. The mourners have wept. The 42 in the National Assembly wept. The 4 in the Senate wept. The Generals who warned of enduring consequences wept. The invisible force that has always resolved this nation's deepest questions watched, and waited, and did not intervene. And now the VP stands before the nation and asks: when was he buried? He knows. He has always known. The question is not for him. The question is for you. It is for the people to say: the burial happened. The Constitution was entombed. The stone was sealed. We saw it. We witnessed it. We gave our input. And now - now that the death is admitted, now that the process is exhausted, now that every human agency has been tried and found wanting - now something else must happen. This is not a sermon about Lazarus. This is a sermon about Zimbabwe. This is the language of the Matrix - patient, coded, theological, and devastating!!! The General does not speak idly. He speaks when the moment is approaching. He speaks when the people need to recognise the moment when it arrives. He speaks when the stone is about to be rolled away - not by him, not by a faction, but by the collective will of a people who have acknowledged the death and are ready for the resurrection!!! The Cabal should listen carefully. The man who told them "whoever wins, wins" is about to discover that some victories are just burials in waiting. The man who equated his term with the people's survival is about to learn that survival is not the same as consent. And the man who chuckled at the rally is about to hear a question he cannot answer with a chuckle. The people know. They saw the Parliament vote. They saw the Ayes and the Noes. They saw the abstention. They saw the conveyor belt complete its final turn. They gave their input - in emails, in court applications, in parliamentary speeches, in bullets received and refused. The input is complete. The death is admitted. And now? Now we wait. Not for a faction. Not for a coup. For the stone to move. For the resurrection that follows every burial the Cabal thinks is final. For the Constitution to rise from the tomb they built for it. The Lord waited three days. The people have waited longer. But the waiting is not idle. It is witness. And the witness will be the record that history reads when the stone is rolled away!!! The VP has spoken. The question hangs in the air. When was he buried? The answer is already written in the archive. The resurrection is not a prediction. It is a promise!!! And the people - the true people, not the ghost submissions - will be there to see it.

@PittrpatterDon @JamesHu27192912 I felt this move my spirit. Well done!

@JamesHu27192912 Thank you for this. I was so moved, I turned it into a soulful song. Hope you like it. I think it’s true to story. suno.com/s/rAYNtbGijEar…

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