By Robert Musara
My story with Dynamos began just before the start of the 2015 season. I was drinking alone at Montague when my friend Dr Gari Prince showed up.
We had a short chat and he asked me to get into his car. He drove to Chicken Slice near Mbare studios.
The first person I met who was a Dynamos official was a guy called Richard Chihoro. Gari quickly introduced us and told Nyoka that he was leaving me in charge of his portfolio as the Dynamos F.C team doctor whilst he was away on consultancy.
Me and Gari knew he was going to greener pastures. I knew mdara Chihoro coz on several occasions I had been part of the Vietnam crowd that had sang against him and the entire technical bench outside Rufaro and NSS on several occasions when things were not going our way. To those who know me, know that I was like that in my previous life.
That first day, that first encounter with this gentleman changed my entire life. This was the beginning of the rest of my life. (I now have a huge sports resume, unbelievable).This guy gently introduced me to the flipside of how I viewed Dynamos. 2 days later, we were playing those Bob something games against Caps. He made sure I had my room at Holiday Inn, (somehow always thought Dembare yaingo camper kwamudoronyenye), gave me a bag full of stuff…those days BancAbc knew how to dress us well. Sunday I had my first winners medal, Tuesday Nyoka showed up with an envelope for the winning bonuses. Gees, ndakawira mushuga nemistake.
Years went by and we had our ups and downs. Politics dzekubhora, different coaches, different beliefs, but many a times we would laugh about many of it. Tumatombo here and there, mvura yakazonzwii, nguruve muchanging rooms, this that everything, this guy had mastered the mind game. Most he would just make them up as we went by and we won games. Tuesday we would have a good laugh. He knew me well to tell me just enough. The rest he kept to himself.
As a doctor we shared a lot. He leant to trust me and I supported him as best I could. It hurts the most that I was not there in his final hour but the bond we shared with him and our close companion Job Zambo allowed it so that he was there with him that he had as much a comfortable cross over as possible. (Believe me that combination yakatomboita dambudziko zvekutodaro). When things go south for me one day, please call that guy first. I beg.
Today i say goodbye Mr Richard Chihoro. Nyoka. MHOFU. Sekuru Chihera was always my preferred.
I shall miss you my father. My mentor. My boss. My friend.