This is a tale...no..two tales..well the other is really a song, of things past. The first is heard most eloquently in the nostalgia of the elders ,as they speak of a time. A time when life was life..and death was ..well..Another life. When little children would gather around warm embers to be told in soft words of those gone before. Now they smile..Not hoping for this kind of death..But in a way happy ,happy that they can remember tales of when the wind whistled through stone walls..When the term "the destroyers" .."va Rozvi" ceased being a verb. Of how the Rozvi forged empires through plains of ignorance and placitude, ruling unquestioned with the spear. The other tale/song,… more a wail of mourning. A somber melody sung by a people who felled the giants of china and India..but was shattered on the plateau of Guru uswa. The Portuguese wail. But the elders felt the empire more..Telling of the Moyo journey N.E.W and South spreading their philosophies. They ruled because of the spear and also because they were cunning. The Rozvi said to themselves; "WE ARE MIGHTY(!) IN WAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!" .........."BUT MIGHT THERE COME A TIME WHEN WE ARE SO NO LONGER?"..."WILL WE NOT LOSE ALL THAT WE HAVE GAINED?"..."BUT WE ARE ALSO INTELLIGENT", "THIS IS WHAT WE'LL DO" "WE WILL FORCE(!) INTO THE minds OF THE other clans THAT WE ARE GODS","THIS WAY everyone else WILL BE LOWER THAN THE WEAKEST MOYO INeveryone else’s mind".(Ha!..see what i mean). This was the invention of propaganda in southern Africa, one among many inventions the Rozvi had made. Then...almost as if it was prophecy..the Rozvi saw..there was no longer any need to be militarily strong."WILL WE NOT STILL RULE?..ARE WE NOT GODS?" Slowly the rozvi ceded their right to rule from that of the spear to that of the cloth. Then ..something happened ,..there was turmoil in Zulu land..an offshoot of the Nguni had reached Guru uswa. These men knew No(!) god but NKULUNKULU . They saw no divinity in US. Then, this is the irony the Nguni used the *exact* same military tactics ,penned so emotionally in the Portuguese wail..in the middle of the verse that starts with.." weeeee should not eeeeeeven have thoooought of iiiiit” ,to defeat the Rozvi. The Rozvi had forgotten themselves.