Read the story of a brave Zimbabwean:
“Once I walked out of that restaurant, the choice was straightforward. I chose to stand up and speak out. I could easily have toed the line. That had been my usual style. For a long time I had been introverted and quiet – the guy, I suppose, who wanted to be the teacher’s favourite.”
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“I stood in that arena, a cricket arena. I had no power, I wasn’t rich, I was a sportsman who had some popularity. But I stood up to the President. What I said was: ‘Look at all the people you have killed, God will have his vengeance.’ …”
Thanks for the link to Lorenz Gude, who has his own particular memory of Olonga:
I saw Henry Olonga make a catch at Bulawayo in 2000 that ranks as one of the most enjoyable I’ve ever seen. It was one of those long looping drives that the fielder starts in for tentatively – only slowly realizing he has a shot at it and accelerates – ending by throwing himself full stretch to make the catch. There was Olonga, his whole body bouncing across the tussocks and bare patches of the Bulawayo outfield on his stomach, completely oblivious to the beating he was taking, holding the ball in triumph with an electric grin visible to all of us in the stands.