SMARTEST ADMINISTRATOR OF OUR TIME

As the bowels of the fertile KaLanga soil unwillingly accept the body of Victor “Maradona” Gamedze tomorrow morning, while the angels of heaven might have rejoiced at welcoming the soul of Gamedze on that fateful Sunday evening when he was gunned down, I have the stressful honour of saying something about a man I have lived half of my life with.

Football and life in the Kingdom has lost a giant of immeasurable proportions, when you speak of football in the DRC you speak of Moises Kaitumbi, in South Africa the’ Iron Duke’ himself Irvin Khoza and in the world, Giovanni Infantino.

It is therefore extremely befitting to mention this great son of Swaziland in the same sentence as these legends. Victor Gamedze was born and lived this game until his last day on earth, having been maimed coming from a football match and such was his life.  
We fought so many wars with Gamedze. We won some. We lost some; but we fought and won together. Even when on rare occasion we had lost, we lost together. We agreed to disagree with him. We fought for each other.

How does one write about a brother from the other mother without being emotional? I am talking of my demised brother Victor, a guy who fell in love with me when we first met at Lubombo Central High in the dusty town of Siteki when we enrolled for Form I there.
How very softly he tip-toed into my world buying me lunch at school in return for polishing his soccer boots and sharing my homework with him as he was fondly in love with football to an extent that it compromised his academic concentration.

He might have left, but what an imprint of his footsteps he left in some of our hearts. I am grateful to God that such a man lived and I happen to be part of his life. Sea shells remind us that every passing life leaves something beautiful behind.

Victor’s life was an example for all of us to follow; to be passionate about the things we love, to live in the moment and live life to the fullest and to never forget where we come from, sense of humour, clearly, a man who taught some of us how to live.

He taught us that it is not how good you are that matters, it is how good you want to be.  Nearly all rich and powerful people are not notably educated they become rich and powerful,  by wanting to be rich and powerful.  Gamedze’s vision of where he wanted to be in life was his greatest asset.

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