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Mr Cheese and rubber meat

Muckraker is shocked at brickbats flung at Deputy Home Affairs Minister Mofomobe ‘Cheese’ Machesetsa. All that lynching was because he just said the old men of Lesotho politics must quit.

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Selinyane versus Robot Q

IT must be a terrible time for DC spokesperson Serialong Qoo. Every morning he has to scrounge around for something to criticise about the government and if he doesn’t find

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Muckraker: Sensational mischief

LAST Thursday we woke up to what might be the most sensational newspaper headline this year. “King fumes over border harassment,” screamed the headline plonked brazenly on posters scattered across

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Muckraker: The morons at our borders

IT is never Muckraker’s hobby to fume on behalf of anyone but what recently happened to the King at the border pushed her over the edge. The story is that

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Festival of silliness at Trade

MUCKRAKER is inconsolable. Once again some spirit has intervened to deny the numbingly bored people of this country a street fight. Last Wednesday was supposed to be the day when

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MUCKRAKER: JP’s bitter pill

MUCKRAKER has been watching Teboho Mojapela (JP) making a spectacle of himself. There was a time when the show was spectacular. You could chuckle your way through dreadful days just

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Let’s spank the judges

JUSTICE Thamsanqa Nomncongo must sit on his cozy chair in his aerated chambers and read this very slowly because Muckraker will never say this again. Henceforth, it will be combat.

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Of sangomas and prophets

MUCKRAKER has never understood the concept behind Valentine’s Day. All she knows is that it’s some pagan holiday sustained by capitalists who hate seeing your wallet or pocket bulging with

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Muckraker : Shredding Pekane

SOME stories endure the test of time and memory. Take, for example, the fabulous story of a Mojalefa who lived in Mafube, a few houses from Muckraker’s home. Mojalefa was

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Muckraker : Fokol at Fokothi

MUCKRAKER has never been fond of clichés. They are the epitome of lazy writing fuelled by abject lack of originality. They are as pretentious as they are dreary. They are