It is right to hate the dictator, but sometimes it is good to have a laugh or two at his expense.
SWAZILAND Civic groups in Swaziland launched rolling protests against Zimbabwe’s much loathed dictator, Robert Matibili Mugabe outside a football stadium in which the 84-year-old dictator was drooling over topless girls.

[Mugabe] feasted his eyes on bare-breasted young virgins parading in the football stadium. His eyes were firmly transfixed on the proceedings.There is evidence of [Mugabe's] appetite for young, plum women, including his steamy extramarital affairs with the likes of his present wife, Grace, who he dated while his first wife, Sally was on her death bed.
[Mugabe] is rumoured to also have had an illicit relationship with Oppah Muchinguri as well.
His contemporary in the bush war that led to Zimbabwe's independence in 1980, Edgar Tekere clearly outlined Mugabe's love for women in his book A Lifetime of Struggle.
Let's now end our little laughter and give a little thought to the image of the young Swazi woman. Though in traditional clothes, we can well see that she is modern, urbane, a woman connected to the global images and standards of beauty. How can we see this? Why are the traditional materials unable to cover or obscure her modernity? We know for sure that if we were to go back in time to the pre-European period of this kingdom, we would find something like these clothes she is wearing but nothing like her body. That kind of body did not exist at that time. The difference can be imaged as that which exists between wild wheat and wheat developed by the techniques of industrialized agriculture.
So, we can conclude that tone, comportment, and shape are not outside of the modernizing processes. It does not simply end at the inorganic (the attire) but fills up and out the organic.
There is no higher calling, or greater use, for rendering to print the labyrinthine exhortations of esoteric philosophy and sociocultural commentary than when put in humble service, expounding upon the evolution of aesthetic mores and relations of power to prurience, in endless quest for the elusive root of all truth: beauty.
Thank you, Charles.
p.s. Nice boobies too.
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