Andrew Mwenda's Open letter to Oscar Pistorius

Dear Mr. Pistorius,

Reference is made to your personality, ongoing trial in the Courts of law as well as the uncompromising verdict of our hereto; Court of Public Opinion.

 We ken on the fact that you are Oscar Pistorius at such a time but as it stands you are definitely a celebrity for all but the wrong reasons. Now it is not anymore about the sympathetic fan base of a special needs person (SNP or PWD) trailing in a world sprint; or perhaps because of your inspiration as an African talent that transcends physical kaput. You were not just a limbless (or metallic limbed) person with talent, you actually found a girl to love you despite, a catwalk monster at that! Women go to men for antithetic reasons, so she possibly fell for your fast legs (or lack of them), the camera flashes, the bankroll, your golden heart or one of the myriad trivias that niche the buds of feminine erotica. On a behindhand, Reeva Steenkamp threw her everything to you (literally) and for the time that the amour lasted; we would like to believe that she made you a happy man. (What more would a man, limbed or otherwise want?)

 Yet as we would have it, you are a man of all but the rarest of talents. You are a movie plot complete in itself. We might have overlooked not only your military prowess, your impaired vision and topical sense of judgment but you’re your Napoleonic mind devious enough to outwit Kaparov. We did not get you red handed pulling at the trigger not that you deny that much anyway. Did we get you fight and berate Reeva’s teary eyes? No we did not. Perhaps you were not just negligent, perhaps more.

 Slack of that, we have your picture. While you could buy a lawyer or Magistrate to grant you bail (whatever it took), you cannot bolt to any other country because you, Mr. Pistorius are no Malaysian aircraft. We will smoke you out pretty cursively. Despite your hefty pay check and web of sympathizers, most of them men of course; the long arm of the law will pick you out like the dwarfs in Gulliver’s Travels.

Did we mention that you suck at acting? Yes you do, why else do you think we pay Denzel Washington and Willsmith to make a fool of themselves, on the silver screen. It is because, Mr. Pretorius, they are damn good at it. You might have relished watching Charlize Theron more but clearly you didn’t or perhaps her talent just could not rub onto a home boy? It is possible that you knew that it was your girlfriend at the time, that you did not actually mistake her for an intruder and that you had your prosthetic legs on; reason for the arched trajectory of the bullets. Throw up all you want, mumble all the semantics you can muster but after you are through with the theatrics we will see right through your chauvinistic casuistry and will proceed with our verdict. It is circumstantial what we are working with. 

Truth be told, the best and only eye witness that would be on the stand has; thanks to you been morphed into the realm of the world beyond. She was a pretty girl with a Daddy who loved and adored her. Still you did not spare our little princess. You put a spiked knife right into her chest and twisted to the right, to the left and then twisted some more. You carefully packed up every trace of intent and sent it with our darling model on that forever gone voyage but circumstantial evidence even if it is all we have left will not let us down. She is gone but her voice screams from the beyond and we can barely make out the whole story but all we here is, “guilty, guilty….!!!”. 

 

We on this side will see to it that you are found thus and sent beyond 4664. 

Yours faithfully 

ANDREW MWENDA

ADVOCATE OF THE SUPREME COURT OF PUBLIC OPINION

PS/ We were aware that you might not receive our plea unless it was sent to you in the guise of a famous TV pundit a little less popular than yourself. 

$TOH