It's 1934.

We're in Kutama, a Catholic mission village in South Eastern Africa.

This settlement lies about 50 miles west of the capital, Salzbury, in British rules southern Riddisha.

A local boy, 10 years old, sits reading outside his grandparents' house.

A bit of a loner, bright, but shy. Robert Mugabe has grown up in the shadow of his elder brother.

It's Michael, charismatic and highly intelligent.

It always impresses the Jesuit priests at school.

Everyone expects great things of him.

During term time, Michael and Robert live with their grandparents here in Kutama.

Though today, the elder boys visiting an aunt seven miles away.

Incharacteristically energetic fashion, when he returns home, Michael runs the whole way.

But as he jogs back into the village, it soon becomes clear that something is seriously wrong.

I'm knowingly, Michael has drunk from a good previously used to hold poison.

Locusts plague the crops in the area, and the grass must be sprayed regularly to keep them at bay.

Even a tiny drop of the pesticide can be deadly.

Young Robert watches on in horror, as his teenage brother falls to the floor, clutching his stomach.

Anxiously, their grandparents debate what to do.

They don't dare take Michael to hospital in Salzbury.

Kutama has it that the doctors there cut patients open at the drop of a hat.

Instead, they call for the boy's mother.

But by the time Bonamagabi arrives on the scene, Michael's condition is deteriorated.

She begs for help from one of the local Catholic priests, an Irishman called Father O'Hay.

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