The road to Tsholotsho’s Mkhonyeni village, if I can even call it a road, tells a story. It tells a story of neglect, marginalisation, injustice and of dehumanisation. There is no road basically. We drove through a narrow pathway between trees in a dense forest. I remember asking myself, “So the Pumas (army trucks used in the Gukurahundi genocide) drove on this ‘road’?”
At a memorial of a massacre of 21 women and one man in 1983, community members and chiefs said that the Gukurahundi genocide was a part of their history that must be remembered ‘so that in future we say never again should such a thing happen’. (Photo: Supplied)