Thinking about my status as a target of covert warfare and one reality sticks out. The erasure of my existence.
My name was deleted from every institution I had registered into as either a pupil or student, thus from every school I had attended till university, from the database of the countries' passport and identity office where I had taken the passport and identity card I used to identify myself and travel.
Whoever did this was not African, neither were they from my country of birth.
I had stayed away so long nobody in my country of birth knew who I was except friends and family. Otherwise people would recognize my name from my father, a well known politician in the first regime.
I had not made any enemies in the country. I had not participated in politics except the one time that I let loose denigratory rhetoric on the president of the republic if Zambia.
My writing career started and flourished abroad. There was this time that my articles featured on many broadsheets and periodicals, online as well as offline, in countries where English was spoken. That's when I wrote a piece about the second president of the republic of Zambia, Frederick Chiluba, that ruffled his feathers a lot, but I doubt that would have given him reason to want to erase my identity, as some people I have talked to about this susoect.
The article was published in The Post, an opposition broadsheet in Zambia, titled "Chiluba is a Thief".
The title wasn't my idea, but the editor's. The piece happens to have been read widely in the land and so vexed the president that when I returned, long after he had left office, his hounds hounded and harassed me up and down the entire country, especially the urban centers.
Chiluba was shallow, mean hearted and petty, it's true, and he was callously unrelenting with his pursuits of those he regarded as his enemies, causing many to emigrate far. But getting at me this way would have given him absolutely no gain.
I was living outside the country and had a different nationality. He knew this and would have understood that it most probably made no difference to me if he deleted my Zambian nationality then erased my identity.
The European nationality is coveted in Africa. People risk the high seas to get it. For most Africans, exchanging it with the African is out of the question.
This is the reason I find that it could not have been the small man behind the name deletions.
Causing me serious inconvenience when it came time to get an identity card or passport couldn't have been on the mind of whoever ordered this done. But this is what happened in the end. I returned to my country of birth then lost my passports, for the land of birth and adopted alike, while I was here and have been through hell trying to get an ID.
I need to travel to get the adopted identity papers and for that I need to have a way to pass the border.
Losing identity papers happens all the time, but it is almost unheard of that the loss of an ID gets to the point where when asked to fetch records of, say, school registration to prove that you are who you say you are, you find that you aren't registered anwhere.
All this is reason enough to realize that I wasn't even intended to know of the deletions until it was too late, maybe while I was trying to run for presidency of the country?
The thing that adds to the certainty of the fact it wasn't someone from my country is that something similar happened to me when I lived in Europe, albeit in cyber space. This was while I was incarcerated in the Netherlands.
The incarceration itself was illegal. The case was in the process of being settled when officers of the law barged into my house and took me to prison while the proceedings were still ongoing.
In jail, numerous attempts were made on my life. It was so much my life inside became a version of the tales Irene Wuornos the mass murderer also told of how she survived attempts on her life while incarcerated.
I got gassed in my cell by guards or fellow prisoners passing outside, got set up for fights in which dangerous weapons were used, against multiple opponents ... my cell walls and floor were smeared in substances that were abrasive to the lungs, and so on. In the end, to prevent sleeping in a poisoned cell and beddings, I stopped going out of the cell for lengthy periods of time just so I could clear the body of poisons.
I have written about this episode of my life in articles posted to my blog and will definitely include it in my autobiography when it comes time to write one.
I basically threw food out of my cell window to feed the birds one night and they died in large numbers right beneath the window. The guards noticed the dead birds and rushed about outside in the dark collecting them in such a rush it was clear the poisoning had been a collaborated effort. They were all in on it.
Somebody wanted me dead ... which is why they whisked me away to a place where this could be done covertly.
I survived, and fortunately my case gained publicity. This pressured the authorities to release me, and I was indeed released shortly thereafter, but almost a year after arrest.
I discovered after my release, to my dismay, that my internet records had been wiped clean. I didn't exist on the internet anymore. Whereas previous searches on my name brought up a wealth of articles I had written or had been written about me, after prison there wasn't a single result.
Unbelievable, but very true.
Another unbelievable thing was that domain names to my websites had illegally been registered to other people before I lost the legal right to own them. They were not due to expire on my name until long after my release from prison.
mukazo.com was one of them, panafricanonline.com another.
I think that the erasures of evidence of my past in Zambia could have happened around the same time I was incarcerated. I surmise that the decision to go all the way was made at that time.
It must follow the logic of it that the erasure of existence should be one of the last things that happens to one that's been selected for targeted elimination. The first thing is the actual elimination of the target, after which their web presence (if any) and then existence are also removed.
Somebody was very sure that I wouldn't survive prison to have done this before I was actually dead.
But I survived, which is why the operation was broadened to include ringfencing my communications. I mean, the miscreants are sure I am on my way out, hence they have to keep me from communicating with the public to prevent what they fear the most from happening.
To this end, IMSI Catcher devices have almost always been my constant companions, diverting my phone signal, hogging my bandwidth, making it near impossible to do anything useful with the gadget. This has been going on for the past decade.
I have been the target of intense censorship and shadow banning on social media. Articles I write and post to the internet are constantly edited to instill the impression I am a bum. Words such as literally are changed to literary, conscious or conscience to conscious or conscience resp., and so on.
As of late, there is almost constantly a jamming device pointed at my home or location I migrate to in my attempts to get away from jamming devices. It's almost impossible to just talk to anybody on the phone.
Keeping me out of the game, especially by keeping me down, out and isolated, has become the focus of current activities against me.
And I do believe that erasure of existence is routine in today's colonized Africa. It happens to many more people. The targets of these erasures are individuals the colonizers deem a threat to the colonial agenda who have to be stopped (eliminated) before a point in time that their own people start to know them.
It's preemptive. It's a way of making sure there are no comebacks, a way of ensuring no stones are left unturned.
They've always wanted to prevent the rise of another Nkrumah, Lumumba, Biko, Chinua Achebe, Ngugi, Sankara, Magufuli, and so on, by getting rid of them before they have become known and it's too late. All they managed to do when they assassinated leaders is create martyrs and, what's worse, they drew attention to the targets and their ideas/works.
They don't want any of that to happen anymore. They don't want reminders to Africans of their colonized/oppressed status, and it would make sense that they have decided for the erasure of not just lives, but entire existences.
As I said before, it's all about comebacks.
The main reason they want people to disappear completely is to avoid the discovery that will be made sooner or later that a colonial program of targeted eliminations has existed on the continent since the very inception of the colonial system.
Imagine if someone in an African country thought of tracking the lives of some of those who were exceptional students, always on top of their academic game, in a bid to find out where they ended up in life? They would just need to gather samples from school records of registered students, pick out the top performing specimens and attempt to track their lives down. If there have been erasures from existence, no strange pattern would emerge because the A+ students would have disappeared without a trace and the ones the researcher would be dealing with would in fact be those who weren't the top notch students.
But if there haven't been any erasures and the top notch students are all found to have perished or gone mad around their prime, then questions would be asked that would demand answers.
Discovery of a reality resembling targeted eliminations would definitely wake Africa up because the colonialist agenda would be exposed for all to see. Africans would know for once just how deeply into their communities the tentacles of colonial control reach. Africans would be aware the extents to which their colonial masters have gone, and can go, to keep the continent down.
If the question you may be asking now is who I think I am, then read this article to find out more.






