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THE imminent demise of Uncle Tom and the Feselady has unleashed a nauseating bout of unprecedented sycophancy.
Last week the Public Eye treated us to some 2 000 words from State House employees furiously bootlicking the Feselady. It was a battle of tongues as bearded men and breasted women fought to leave their saliva on the Feselady’s boots. By the time the story ended the Feselady was drowning in the saliva.

Muckraker hopes she used her international trips to get some basic swimming lessons.
First to stick out her tongue was ‘Makeketso Rebecca Motopela, a State House employee, who seemed too excited to be interviewed. Along the way she pooped some eye-popping tosh that should have stunned even the Feselady herself.

Motopela said she has worked for the Feselady and Uncle Tom for over seven years, and is close to both.
That sounded fair and fine until she announced her job at the State House.
“I work in their bedroom,” Motopela said.

Phew!
Clearly, she felt it was not enough just to say she works at the State House. She just had to specify a room as if it’s a department. Muckraker wondered if Motopela does night shifts too.
It is important, at this point, to put brakes on your imagination. Let’s assume she is just a naïve woman trying to defend her boss. Her point, of course, was that she knows them too well because she works where they sleep. And that makes Muckraker wonder why she was not in the choir when the couple was singing.
We got the message loud and clear, though. Seven years in the bedroom is a long time.
What you think of her words is your business. Muckraker is responsible for her words, not your thoughts.

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Then there was Keneuoe Machela who said she is the director of the Feselady’s Trust Fund. Machela was on fire as she waxed lyrical about the Feselady’s virtues.
“She is like my mother, sister, friend and everything,” she said of the Feselady.
As a rule, you should never trust anyone who says someone is “everything” to them. Suffice to say Machela looks too old to be calling the Feselady “mother”.
Machela was crying more than the bereaved.

“This whole thing is traumatising to me and my family as she has not only been good to me and my family but to the whole nation as well,” Machela said.
Notice here that the only reason this “thing” is traumatising her and her family is because the Feselady has been good to them. That is to say if the Feselady has not been good to them then her troubles would not be traumatizing Machela and her family.

That qualification is crucial. And so is the use of the word “traumatising”. She probably meant that the trauma is caused by her impending loss of a job.
In the meantime Muckraker is still flabbergasted by Machela’s lie that the Feselady has been “good” to the “whole nation”. The truth is that the Feselady has traumatised the whole nation. For three years she was hogging our newspapers, airwaves and social media with her monkey shines.

If she was not beating someone at a hospital she was tongue-lashing waitresses. When she was not throwing opulent birthday parties she was spanking senior government officials.
She had the nerve to accuse ministers of incompetence while running her own Trust Fund like a spaza shop.
We were still recovering from Motopela’s bedroom story when Nteboheleng Ralekuku entered the fray.

“Definitely! I am hundred and fifty percent convinced,” Ralekuku said when asked if she believes the Feselady had nothing to do with Lipolelo’s murder.
Only idiots are convinced 150 percent because it’s mathematically impossible to do that.

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Ralekuku’s only contribution to the story was to show what dunderheads the Feselady has for friends. No surprise there.
Manama Letsie, a failed politician, was quoted as a “concerned citizen” (whatever that means).
You will remember him as that chap who was speaking for Stone Shi, the Chinese broker who pulled a fast one on wool farmers. Letsie said he had no personal relations with the Feselady but even rats in Motimoposo would laugh at such a joke.

The disclaimer sells him out. Muckraker can only say Letsie should not be too clever by half. His pseudo-analysis of the case against the Feselady makes him look silly.
In any case, anyone who describes himself as an activist in a political party has no right to be taken seriously. Being an “activist” is a job that has no pay or purpose. That is to say it is not a job. Neither is it even a hobby.

All politicians know that an “activist” is that nonentity you hire when you want some loud shrieks.

Forget the nonsensical cliché about age coming with wisdom. Sometimes age just comes alone, unaccompanied by logic and probity. As lonely as a herd boy in the mountains.
Some old men remain arrogantly stubborn to the very end. Every village has that quarrelsome grey-haired old man always itching for a fight.
Uncle Tom is at it again, confusing an already confused situation.

As his party rummages the political bins for the next Prime Minister Uncle Tom is busy playing the spoiler, spitting on those auditioning for his position.
Like Idols’ Randall, Uncle Tom has shown nothing but contempt for the contestants. Never mind that he has long lost the authority to run this show.
Two weeks ago the man reluctantly tossed the towel into the ring after his own political blunders and legal woes chocked his waning political career.
Despite the occasional barbs in his capitulation speech the old man of Lesotho politics spoke some sense. Muckraker was however far from being fooled, for this is a sly political operator sitting on a mountain of 55 years of experience in the messy and stinking business of politics.

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And it wasn’t long before he pulled a knife from his socks.
Last week the Public Eye quoted him saying the brouhaha over his replacement is mischievous because “I am still the prime minister and there is no vacancy”.
“You cannot seek to fill a non-existent vacancy unless you are mad,” he added with gusto.
You read that right. Up-side-down goes the logic. Sense is on the run like the Feselady. Catch it if you can.

A man who has announced that he will leave in July or earlier says his position is not up for grabs.
If you had just dropped from another planet you would wonder why a seasoned politician is getting bamboozled by such simple things. Surely the old man cannot be getting lost in a one roomed house.

But this is Uncle Tom. He refuses to allow circumstances to render him irrelevant. He wants a piece of the action and is determined to bite a huge chunk of it. He insists on playing a rough game when his bones are just a minor tackle away from cracking.

You don’t need to be a sorcerer to decipher what is happening here.
The game plan is as clear as a goat’s behind. Uncle Tom suffers from a disease that afflicts most old people. It’s called forgetitice. Its symptoms include forgetting what you ate for breakfast and the names of those around you.

This would not be a problem if he was just an old man living out his last days in Qaqatu.
But he is leading a government. His decisions affect two million people and future generations.
It is possible that he doesn’t remember that he said he will leave in July. He probably forgot telling us that he is too old to be leading the party and the government.
Still, such amnesia would not be so toxic if Uncle Tom was not surrounded by a bunch of scheming nurses who are taking care of their interests instead of looking after him.

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It is those unscrupulous nurses who have stolen Uncle Tom’s ears and have made it their toys. They are busy stuffing tosh into those ears.
They keep telling him that he is the real McCoy when he is just a sitting duck. They are lying to him that he still has the mojo when he is a man in the twilight of his career and life.
Such manipulation borders on abuse of the elderly. No senior citizen should be subjected to such callous treatment.

But Uncle Tom has only himself to blame for his misery. Over the years he had amassed a battalion of rascals with a penchant for backstabbing. It is therefore not shocking that as age caught up with Thabane this clique has become more brazen in their shenanigans. They are now pulling the old man’s strings.
This, by the way, is nothing new. It happens in every family. There are always those cousins and nephews who surround old people like maggots.
They say they are taking care of their aged relatives but they are just angling for inheritance.
The nurses at the State House say Uncle Tom needs them but the truth is that they need him more.
He is their meal ticket. Without him they will be common Basotho men and women pounding the streets of Maseru, penniless. We know them.

Nka! Ichuuuuuuuuuuu!

muckraker.post@gmail.com

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Down in the Dump: Conclusion

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I closed last week by recording the dreadful news that trashy Trump had been elected called to mind WB Yeats’s poem “The Second Coming.” This is the poem whose opening lines gave Chinua Achebe the phrase “things fall apart.”

Yeats observes “Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold / Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.”

It was written in 1919 and controversially uses Christian imagery relating to the Apocalypse and the Second Coming to reflect on the atmosphere in Europe following the slaughter of the First World War and the devastating flu epidemic that followed this.

It also reflects on the Irish War of Independence against British rule.

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In lines that I can now read as if applying to the recent American election, Yeats mourns: “The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity.”

And then I can visualise Trump in the poem’s closing lines: “What rough beast is this, its hour come round at last, / Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born?”

Trump is certainly a rough beast and isn’t the choice of verb, slouching, just perfect? For a non-allegorical account of the threat posed by the Dump, I can’t do better than to quote (as I often do) that fine South African political journalist, Will Shoki. In his words: “Trump’s administration simply won’t care about Palestinians, about the DRC, about the Sudanese.

It will be indifferent to the plight of the downtrodden and the oppressed, who will be portrayed as weak and pathetic. And it will give carte blanche [that is, free rein] to despotism and tyranny everywhere.

Not even social media, that once revered third-space we associated with subversion and revolution in the first quarter of the 21st century can save us because Silicon Valley is in Trump’s back pocket.”

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So what follows the triumph of the Dump? We can’t just sit down and moan and bemoan. In a more recent piece of hers than the one I quoted last week, Rebecca Solnit has observed: “Authoritarians like Trump love fear, defeatism, surrender. Do not give them what they want . . . We must lay up supplies of love, care, trust, community and resolve — so we may resist the storm.”

Katt Lissard tells me that on November 7th following the confirmation of the election result, in the daytime and well into the evening in Manhattan, New York, there was a large demonstration in support of the immigrants Trump despises.

And a recent piece by Natasha Lennard gives us courage in its title “The Answer to Trump’s Victory is Radical Action.”

So, my Basotho readers, how about the peaceful bearing of some placards in front of the US Embassy in Maseru? Because the Dump doesn’t like you guys and gals one little bit.

One last morsel. I had intended to end this piece with the above call to action, but can’t resist quoting the following comment from the New York Times of November 13th on Trump’s plans to appoint his ministers.

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I’m not sure a satirical gibe was intended (the clue is in the repeated use of the word “defence”), but it made me guffaw nonetheless. “Trump will nominate Pete Hegseth, a Fox News host with no government experience, as his defence secretary. Hegseth has often defended Trump on TV.” You see, it’s all about the Dump.

  • Chris Dunton is a former Professor of English and Dean of Humanities at the National University of Lesotho.

 

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A question of personal gain

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Recently, an audio recording featuring the distressed MP for Thaba-Bosiu Constituency, Joseph Malebaleba, circulated on social media. The MP appears to have spent a sleepless night, struggling with the situation in which he and his associates from the Revolution for Prosperity (RFP) party were denied a school feeding tender valued at M250 million per annum.

In 2022, Lesotho’s political landscape underwent a significant shift with the emergence of the RFP led by some of the country’s wealthiest individuals. Among them was Samuel Ntsokoane Matekane, arguably one of the richest people in Lesotho, who took the helm as the party’s leader and ultimately, the Prime Minister of Lesotho.

The RFP’s victory in the general election raised eyebrows, and their subsequent actions have sparked concerns about the motivations behind their involvement in politics.

In an interview with an American broadcasting network just after he won the elections, Matekane made a striking statement, proclaiming that he would run Lesotho exactly as he runs his business.

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At first glance, many thought he was joking, but as time has shown, his words were far from an idle threat. In the business world, the primary goal is to maximize profits, and it appears that the RFP is adopting a similar approach to governance.

Behind the scenes, alarming developments have been unfolding. A communication from an RFP WhatsApp group revealed a disturbing request from the Minister of Communications, Nthati Moorosi, who asked if anyone in the group had a construction business and could inbox her.

This raises questions about the RFP’s focus on using government resources to benefit their own business interests.

The government has been embroiled in a series of scandals that have raised serious concerns about the ethical conduct of its officials. Recent reports have revealed shocking incidents of misuse of public funds and conflicts of interest among key government figures.

Over the past two years, the RFP has been accused of awarding government contracts to companies affiliated with their members, further solidifying concerns about their self-serving agenda. For instance, vehicles purchased for the police were allegedly sourced from suppliers connected to a Minister’s son and MP.

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The MP for Peka, Mohopoli Monokoane, was found to have hijacked fertiliser intended to support impoverished farmers, diverting crucial resources away from those in need for personal gain.

Such actions not only betray the trust of the public but also have a direct impact on the livelihoods of vulnerable communities. Monokoane appeared before the courts of law this week.

While farmers voice their concerns regarding fertiliser shortages, it seems that Bishop Teboho Ramela of St. Paul African Apostolic Church, who is also a businessman, is allegedly involved in a corrupt deal concerning a M10 million fertilizer allocation, benefiting from connections with wealthy individuals in government.

The procurement of fertiliser appears to be mired in controversy; recall that the Minister of Agriculture, Food Security and Nutrition, Thabo Mofosi, was also implicated in the M43 million tender.

The renovation of government buildings with elaborate lighting systems was contracted to a company owned by the son of an MP. The RFP’s enthusiasm for infrastructure development, specifically road construction and maintenance, is also tainted by self-interest, as they have companies capable of performing these tasks and supplying the necessary materials, such as asphalt.

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Minister Moteane finds himself in a compromising situation regarding a lucrative M100 million airport tender that was awarded to his former company. Ministers have even gone so far as to award themselves ownership of diamond mines.

Meanwhile, the nation struggles with national identification and passport shortages, which according to my analysis the RFP seems hesitant to address until they can find a way to partner with an international company that will benefit their own interests.

The people of Lesotho are left wondering if their leaders are truly committed to serving the nation or simply lining their own pockets. As the RFP’s grip on power tightens, the consequences for Lesotho’s democracy and economy hang precariously in the balance.

It is imperative that citizens remain vigilant and demand transparency and accountability from their leaders, lest the nation slide further into an era of self-serving governance.

In conclusion, the RFP’s dominance has raised serious concerns about the motives behind their involvement in politics. The apparent prioritisation of personal profit over public welfare has sparked widespread disillusionment and mistrust among the population.

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As Lesotho navigates this critical juncture, it is essential that its leaders are held accountable for their actions and that the nation’s best interests are placed above those of individuals.

Only through collective effort and a strong commitment to transparency and accountability can Lesotho ensure a brighter future for all its citizens.

Ramahooana Matlosa

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Down in the Dump: Part One

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Attentive readers will recall that some weeks ago, I scribbled a series of pieces on elections due to be held in the UK, France, South Africa, and the USA. These elections were unusually critical for the well-being of their countries and even that of the world.

The results of the last of these elections are now with us and we are faced with the devastating news that Donald Trump is heading back to the White House.

I can hardly think of worse news to swallow or to equip the world to survive the years ahead.

The Dump, as I call him, is one of the most odious, dangerous, untrustworthy individuals currently inhabiting planet Earth. To cite a few of his demerits: he is a convicted felon; he believes climate change is a hoax; he is a sexist and a racist (one of his former military advisers has gone so far as to describe him as a fascist).

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He is a snuggle buddy of the Russian dictator Vladimir Putin and will probably discontinue aid to Ukraine as it resists invasion by Russia. Western European allies such as France, Germany and the UK are dismayed at his victory, as he holds the principles of democracy and constitutionalism in contempt.

As for Africa, well, he once described it as a “shit country,” so don’t look forward to much support from him.

Readers who spent time at the NUL will remember my dear colleague Katt Lissard who is now back home in New York. She spent some years with us as a Professor specialising in Theatre studies and was the Artistic Director of our international Winter / Summer Institute for Theatre for Development.

Many activists in the USA like Katt, who don’t see themselves as part of the political mainstream, chose to campaign for the Democrats and Kamala Harris in the hope of keeping Trump and the far right out of power. Confronted with the news of Trump’s victory, she sent an email to friends noting this was “just a brief check-in from the incomprehensible USA.”

She then explained: “We’re in shock and the early days of processing, but white supremacy, misogyny and anti-immigrant bias are alive and well and driving the boat here.” So, how do Katt and millions of decent, like-minded Americans plan to weather the storm?

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Katt explained: “We were deeply depressed and deeply furious as it became clear that one of the worst human beings on the planet was going back to the White House, but we are still breathing and know that we will in the days ahead begin to formulate plans and strategies—and not just for heading north across the Canadian border.”

Picking up on that last point, it may well be that many decent Americans might just up and off across the border; Canada had better prepare for an avalanche of applications for residence permits.

And not just from Americans; in, for example, the American university system alone there are many many Africans employed in high positions (Professors and such-like), who must now face the fact they are living in a country whose leader despises them and who may opt to get out.

In her email written to her friends, once the news from hell had been confirmed, Katt quoted a piece by Rebecca Solnit, one of the most exciting writers at work in the USA today (readers may remember that I have previously reviewed two of her books for this newspaper, Whose Story is This? and Recollections of My Non-Existence).

Now Solnit is a feminist and at the heart of her work is a dissection of the way women have been marginalised in the USA (let’s remember that Kamala Harris, the Presidential candidate who lost to Trump, did so partly because so many American males could not bring themselves to vote for a woman.

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I am thinking of the kind of male who invaded the White House when it was announced Trump had lost the 2020 election, bare-chested and wearing cow-horn helmets on their numbskull heads).

Solnit has this to say on our response to the Trump victory: “They want you to feel powerless and to surrender and to let them trample everything and you are not going to let them.

You are not giving up and neither am I. The fact that we cannot save everything does not mean we cannot save anything and everything we can save is worth saving.

You may need to grieve or scream or take time off, but you have a role no matter what, and right now good friends and good principles are worth gathering in.

Remember what you love. Remember what loves you. Remember in this tide of hate what love is.” And then: “A lot of us are going to resist by building solidarity and sanctuary.”

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What is so morale-boosting about Solnit’s piece is not just her vision but also her command of language.
Her writing is so crisp and elegant. Language comes at us at its best, of course, in literature, and when I heard that the Dump was on the move back to the White House, I immediately recalled one of the most startling poems in the English language, “The Second Coming” by the Irish poet WB Yeats.

I’ll kick off with that next week.

To be concluded

Chris Dunton

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