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30/03/2014 00:00:00
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IN the journey of life there are some characters you never associate with death. As a theologian, I concede that it is a denial mode of the human species which leads us not to associate certain people with death. Chitungwiza resident magistrate Kudakwashe Jarabini was one such character you would never associate with death. He was a larger than life character. Magistrate Jarabini passed away shortly before midnight on Wednesday, 19 March 2014. His death came as a shocker; workmates confirm that he had been at work the previous Monday.

I recall the first time I met this man whom I had only known through the newspapers. Having been a law student going on internship I had expected a grey-haired and stern-faced authoritative figure but how wrong I had been. For a moment I thought I had been led to the wrong office. The affable man ushered me into his spacious and immaculate office. He spoke in a disarmingly friendly manner. The magistrate introduced himself and for about ten minutes we conversed while he emphasized the need for discipline in the practice of law. As I left his office, he gave me a pat on the back and wished me a fruitful stay at the courts. It made my internship period very comfortable as I reckoned I had his support.

The man was a workaholic and scarcely free yet he would take occasional moments with students to counsel and advise. I have fond memories of the time we travelled together to a crime scène in Beatrice. I was set to observe how a court is conducted at the scene of a crime. We travelled with a full strength team of court personnel. I had thought that, as a student, I was obviously going to travel in the ‘lorry section’ of the pick-up where most court officials sat crammed under a canopy. In any case there was nothing special about being a student.

As I prepared to shift my tall frame into the packed truck, JB, as Magistrate Jarabini was affectionately known extended his hand and said, “No, no you can’t sit at the back, you can come and squeeze yourself in front here with the law officer (Mr. Muringwa) who was my tutor then. Such was the gentle nature of the man. While in the front, I sat in the middle and had to constantly shift my right leg to allow for the smooth changing of gears as he drove. He didn’t mind the inconvenience. We cruised all the way while he narrated how difficult life had been for judicial officers between 2007 and 2008. He told us that even his neighbours had found it difficult to believe that he was a magistrate. It was at the height of the runaway inflation. He also modestly recounted how life had tremendously improved as he also joked about how he kept picking weight. We discussed a number of issues as it was no short journey.


Finally, we took a dusty road and navigated through the rough terrain as we made our way to the crime scene which was at a farm. We were to pick up the defence team along the way. Other court officials had felt that it was not the court’s duty but the friendly legal giant had indicated that it was important that justice be done and there was no harm in picking up fellow court officials who had no transport to the crime scène. It was upon arrival at the Beatrice farm that I learnt a lesson in humility. We were welcomed at the farm gate by farm workers. JB asked all of us to disembark and greet them. Even as we met the farm owner, JB, was never one to tell people who he was. You would often see people astounded at the mention of his name in introduction.

We were to be driven in a battered old farm vehicle to the actual crime scene by a farm driver who knew the uneven terrain. This time around I was not as lucky as I had to cram at the back while J.B alone sat in front. I had never encountered such rough terrain in my life and I feared that the vehicle would overturn given the manner in which the youthful farm driver swerved and sped in the hilly area. Finally, we got to the scene and the procession began. Throughout the proceedings JB ensured I had a full view and emphasized that an inspection-in-loco was just like any other court serve for the environment. After a considerable amount of time, the deliberations were concluded and once again we were on our long journey back to Chitungwiza.

What makes JB’s unexpected death all the more painful is the fact that the man was only 36 and certainly would have wanted to live longer. As we traveled in the highway, several speeding cars would zoom past us and he would say, “You see, it’s exactly that (speed) which kills people. I never go above 80 (km)”. He ensured that he travelled at the stipulated speed limit every time. Mr Jarabini was born on February 1, 1978 in Marondera. He held a Bachelor of Laws degree from Fort Hare University and was appointed to The Judicial Service Commission in May 2006.

The brother had a whole life ahead of him but, as his name suggests, God’s will prevailed. On Thursday, around 2 am as I sat preparing a piece I could not believe the text message from my law officer friend. JB had passed on. The thought of it was unpalatable. How? What happened? When? These questions raced through my mind. Confirmation was to follow; indeed, the gentle legal giant had been taken off the face of the earth after a short illness. The Lord had done his will. He will be greatly missed for his exemplary dedication to work and as Chief Magistrate Mr Guvamombe said, “He helped transform Chitungwiza Court into a model court.”

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