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Chaos is a little understood fact simply because it is often conveniently ignored when fortune favours one side and is uncomfortable for the other at a given point in time.

It may seem as if the occurrences of the moment will pass and nothing will ever come after this, but the fact of the matter is that chaos is looming on the horizon. The beginning of a violent era comes in bits and pieces, with the opening of each new scene getting more violent until the point where the extended climax will be felt by the world for some long and painful while.

We have had the two world wars, and we have had many other mini wars in between, from Korea to Zimbabwe to Vietnam and Sierra Leone. The beginnings of all these wars began as a mild case that became more abrasive with each passing day. There is the annoying sound of the pandemic in our midst at this point in time, and the hunger the lower classes of society experience is making them lose all sense of law and its related order with each passing day.

Order never prepared anyone’s table, and the hungry will never listen. As sure as Bob Marley’s Them belly full lyrics, the chasm between the rich and the poor is soon bound to be the cause to the next war. We have been hungry for far too long, and we have come to a point where political lies mean nothing to us. 

When Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali wrote his poem on general uprising a couple score (40) years ago, heinous systems of racial segregation, and the oppression of the majority by the minority were at their prime. Many of the struggle stalwarts got their freedom and got into the stilted positions political office grants them, but many of them forgot the promises they made in the lobby speeches. What we see instead is the frenzied feeding of the elected politicians the positions of power grant them. A large section of them seem all too happy to fill their bellies and those of their allies without regard to the suffering masses.

Those masses that got them to those positions of power are left forgotten as pawns in political wars they never begun. The youth of this here world enlist in armies to fight for some vague ideology disguised as ‘glory’ and ‘honour’: then they are forgotten as soon as the last bullet flies through the air and shatters the skull of some unfortunate unknown soldier.

This is what we see in these days of the Coronavirus pandemic where the masses are expected to comply with the strict safety measures when the reality is that they go to bed hungry. They do, but there is however no sense or sight of commitment from the government with regard to the covering of the basic needs of the masses. Silent at the moment, the masses however do not consent to the noncommittal manner in which some of the rules are installed by governments. 

The pattern of the history of mankind in the world reveals that wars are started by kings and generals, young men and women go to these wars and come back in body bags, or with minds lost from shellshock and the horrendous conditions on the battlefield: then peace is made and the youth are forgotten as new governments are formed. This is the pattern history follows in a continuum, a lesson repeated as rote from which the youth never learn anything; for they fall victims to the vainglorious lie that, “It is sweet and glorious to die for one’s country.”

I do not believe that the youth should blindly believe what they are told at the behest of some political lie like they still go on to do these days. The old Latin phrase dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori (it is sweet and glorious/fitting to die for one’s country) is an inhuman lie irrelevant in the current circumstances of the world. Instead of fighting their father’s wars, the youth of today should learn that the reality of the day is that we should rally in unison instead of scattering into divisions bent on destroying each other.

Rather than go to war, the understanding should be that we have to fight against the upper class-created evils of poverty and unemployment, increasing poverty lines and abysmal gaps between the rich and the poor.

We should be focussing on how to deal with the pandemic in a manner that will ensure some semblance of comfort as the long days slowly drift by. Government should however not tell us to stay indoors without any type of support.

The reality is that one should not wait for death to come, and South African taxi associations this week made a bold move in resistance to draconian government laws and relief measures that have no regard for their livelihoods. All work to make a profit, because it is that profit which ensures there is bread on the table for the family. This means that governments should be wary of the effects the laws they hastily had to install with regard to the pandemic.

It is through the different large and small industries that the people make their living, government should be aware that these industries should not be rendered unprofitable for the sake of a disease breakout. As previously said, we have had worse plagues in the history of humankind; why then should we treat this one as if it is the worst of the lot? I personally do not think this is the worst plague we have had; the reality is that it has more media attention than all the others that came before it did in history.

Communication and media platforms have rendered the world a smaller entity than it was in the days of our forebears. Though necessary, these tools of technology have largely become tools of fear; the levels of fear at this point in time will render us more susceptible to error with regard to the virus than maintaining a spirit of vigilance when it comes to adhering to the safety measures in place to counter its spread. 

In the battlefields of the Coronavirus we valiantly fight based on empty promises by governments. There are only increasing levels of fear and poverty to come home to, and instead of focusing on the battle at hand, the realities of the day come to the fore. The fight against the virus is not some political party’s membership card and it should not be used as some political ‘trump’ card (forgive the pun) to gain political points as has been seen in the early days of the virus’ spread.

The biggest sin of mankind is not lack of knowledge, but the error lies in possessing knowledge and choosing to be indifferent to the reality/ies of the day. The poet does not choose to be indifferent to the worries of fellow beings, for he can see that the numbers and the figures the statisticians present are merely tools of control for the foolish and the gullible. These are the type of individuals that will let someone con them into believing that the numbers and figures are significant and salient to their wellbeing.

I know political lies, and I can see through them as a poet should, and I believe none of them. There is the reality of the disease’s presence in our midst, but it comes with other social realities that cannot be ignored for the sake of adhering to the preventative safety measures against a treatable condition. It will be a long while before the medical fraternity comes up with a vaccine, and hunger and starvation will go on to increase in the meanwhile.

It is therefore safe to assume that we should focus on fighting the pre-existing realities to better our chances in the fight against the virus. 
That we should go on to play the pawn in wars we did not start should be done away with as Wilfred Owen taught. Any type of war is an evil that plagues humanity and it finds place in human society only because it changes faces as an actor does on a stage, and many of us do not realise we are at war because the popular war is that of bullets and guns and casualties. The war against poverty and disease is not seen as war but a struggle we can live with, but who can in essence live in discomfort because someone presents such discomfort as temporal?

Why should one spend the most productive years of his or her life outside or without access to the means of production and still consider such a state alright? This to me is war in a form we do not acknowledge as war, but this does not change the fact that it is war as defined by a paper on Wilfred Owen’s poetry, which succinctly states:

No area of human experience has generated a wider range of powerful feelings than war. In war, people can face many contradictions like hope and fear; exhilaration and humiliation; hatred-not only for the enemy but also for generals, politicians, and war-profiteers; love for fellow soldiers, for women and children left behind.

The soldier of the modern-day war is he or she who conscientises the world to the sad realities that plague the world and human society. Inequality, poverty, unemployment, disease, endless strife, social terror, selfish self-interested pursuit for wealth and others, are some of the private and public wars any self-respecting individual cannot ignore or choose to be indifferent to. That an English soldier wrote the best poetry about the travails of war from the battlefields of World War One does not mean that the current state of affairs, circumstances, and experiences are any different from his.

The only difference is in the terrain, but the enemies are still similar in character and form; they are only different in garb, for where one wore military tunics with brass buttons and drove around in a jeep, the current enemy wears tailored suits and drives around in cavalcades.

Both preach that the young should join their wars for power, with the sweet promise of a better future if one hangs around to clean their plates and pick up the crumbs from their dinner tables. Siegfried Sassoon, the man who can be credited as being the man who greatly influenced Wilfred Owen, Robert Graves, Edmund Blunden and other war poets speaks of the ever-changing metamorphosis of war in a statement made to the war ministry of the time:

I believe that the war upon which I entered as a war of defence and liberation has now become a war of aggression and conquest…
The war upon which we entered as Africans for freedom and liberty those many decades ago has now become a struggle for meagre resources and the conquest of one ruling class with resources over the other lesser fortunate classes without resources. One soon realises that the exalted speeches of the politicians do not actually match the realities of the moment; one has to howl like a Ginsberg to make the world aware.

The politician has a mother in patriotism, but the poet finds a mentor in the reality of the moment.
That one should follow a strange hope that some day all things will be fine, is reminiscent to one believing that burying one’s head in the sand will curtail the fury of a sandstorm. We cannot ignore the fact that the reality of the moment demands total confrontation of the facts: indifference to the fact of the moment never solves any problem, but it instead foments a concoction of troubles that the world will find hard to solve, that is if the world can solve the full force of a current pandemic in explosion.

It is a futile effort if what affects society and the individual is treated as a private issue as has been the case since the start of the pandemic’s spread to the present day. Rather than fight wars we did not create and do not understand, we should today rather spend our time ridding the world of the malady that is now upon us as the human kind. It has been said (in the Chaos Theory) that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly’s wings can cause a typhoon on the other side of the world. An issue that began as a few Coronavirus cases in the Far East ended up affecting the entire world negatively.

The autocratic tendencies of the speculators and the decision makers are dependent upon the fallacious premise that only those in positions of power have the clout when it comes to establishing the balance of equilibrium: it is not only a given sector of society that holds the right to own and to decide when all of us are affected.

The little battles between small sectors in society could soon spiral out of control if the autocratic authorities and the panels of ‘experts’ keep on maintaining their condescending stance when it comes to addressing problems associated with the Coronavirus. We should understand that this is not a political war at the end of the day; politicians and experts should reserve their ‘expert’ discussions to the parliament and the boardroom if we are to survive the pandemic.

Tšepiso S. Mothibi

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An open letter to President Hichilema

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Your Excellency,

I am certain that you are wondering where and/or how I have the temerity to write to you directly, but a recent post you put on WhatsApp piqued my interest; your meeting with His Excellency the Prime Minister of Lesotho, and his delegation. The delegation came to introduce to you and your good office the candidate of the Government of Lesotho, for the post of Secretary General of the Commonwealth, Joshua Setipa.

Let me set off by stating that I have a friendship with Setipa, for over 50 years, so I may not be the best person to give an objective appraisal or opinion of him; this I will leave to the government.

Further to that, as a citizen of Lesotho, I may embellish the information that I would provide on Lesotho, thus I will as far as possible keep to information that is contained in books. This is not a research report, but more a simplified literature review of what I have read. I shall not quote them, or reference them, thus allowing others the space to research this matter further.

First, let me state my surprise at the alignment of time that I see; Commonwealth Day in 2024 is on the 11th March, the day we celebrate a life well lived, that of Morena Moshoeshoe.

Further to that, this year also starts the 200th anniversary of the move by Morena Moshoeshoe and his followers from Menkhoaneng to Thaba Bosiu. They arrived at Thaba Bosiu in winter, circa 1824.

Next year, 2025 will also be the 100th anniversary of the ‘plenary’ that saw the birth of this Commonwealth of Nations. A handover from the bi-centenary, to the centenary celebrations.

We are all aware that the Commonwealth was started at the Imperial Conference of 1926, but it had what I call a plenary in 1925; this happened in Maseru, Basutoland. It was held at the ‘secretariat’ building on Kingsway. The building was used as the Prime Ministers’ office after independence, more recently, and to date as the Ministry of Defence.

When King George came to visit Lesotho in 1948, to thank the country and her citizens for their participation in the Second World War, High street as it was then known, had its name changed to Kingsway.

At this plenary Britain called the ANZaC states, Australia, New Zeeland and Canada, together with South Africa. It had been only 13 years (1912) since the Basotho monarch had been asked to attend the formation of the South African National Native Conference (SANNC), whose aim was to preserve African land. The SANNC was the forerunner to the African National Congress (ANC).

With the formation of the Union of South Africa, the union wanted to engulf Bechuanaland (Botswana) Swaziland (eSwatini) and Basutoland (Lesotho). This had been unsuccessful.

Next they came up with the Native Land Act of 1913, to remove African land rights. So, the conference that brought about the birth of the SANNC was a pre-emptive response to this act; an attempt to keep African land rights and traditions intact.

I would like to point out that the founding document of the Imperial Conference that brought about the Commonwealth states that all member states are autonomous and not subordinate to another.

At the time of the plenary, Basutoland was subordinate to Britain. But in a masterstoke became what I believe to be one of the founders of the Commonwealth.

Despite her subordination, Basutoland had placed so strong an objection to the presence of a representative South Africa in Basutoland, that South Africa’s invitation had to be withdrawn, and South Africa did not attend. This was the first ‘anti-apartheid’ shot, made in the world; what is more important is that it was made by an African country.

No matter how one looks at it, she may not have been a ‘founding member state’, but Basutoland was part of the founding fabric of the Commonwealth.

One just has to imagine the anger of the South Africans and their government: Dr. D. F. Malan, the first Nationalist Prime Minister of South Africa, was a minister responsible for housing at that time.

Had Basutoland’s lead been followed, spatial apartheid might never have happened. The Commonwealth would take till the 1960’s, and the formal legalisation/legislation of apartheid to remove South Africa from within her fold. A matter that Basutoland saw as far back as the 1920’s.

As shown, at the conceptualisation of the Commonwealth Lesotho was not just there, but an active and formidable participant; though one has to look further to see her relationship with Great Britain/the United Kingdom.

Basutoland/Lesotho’s history is strange, to say the least. The first Europeans to arrive here in 1833, were French Missionaries. At this time Europe was embroiled in wars, which inevitably included the French and English.

But it is these same priests, most notably Casalis, who helped steer the country to Britain, and British protection. Casalis acted almost as a foreign secretary/minister of foreign affairs at that time.

The first treaty between Basutoland and England was the Napier Treaty of 1843, though it took till 1866 to solidify this treaty into a protected land.

The history of the cavalry in Lesotho, the only African cavalry south of the Sahara, is quite long. It starts in about 1825, when F. D. Ellenberger in his book ‘History of the Basutho’, states that Morena Moletsane had come across gun powder quite by mistake.

They had been raiding a missionary’s home and came across a strange powder, which they found useless, so they threw it into a fire, which ‘exploded’. Thus, to his people called European style housing, ‘Ntlo-ea-thunya’, a house that shoots. But after having his people ravaged/savaged by Mzilikazi, he sent his best warriors to work on Boer farms, and with their remuneration purchase arms and horses.

We are often told of a ‘battle of/at Berea’. My answer is that it was not a battle but a cattle raid. Its importance is not just in the battle, but in democracy. The British called Morena Moshoeshoe ‘paramount chief’, a first amongst the others. The time before Berea shows something slightly different.

As Casalis writes in ‘My life in Basutoland’, the British had demanded 10,000 head of cattle, for stock theft. A great ‘pitso’ was called and all eligible men, those who owned land, were called.

At the end of the pitso, after many votes, the citizens refused to give their cattle to pay the demand of the British. The significance herein is that there was a plebiscite, a vote. Morena Moshoeshoe lost the backing of the people and thus the vote; the British then attacked to ‘collect’ the cattle themselves.

Both Morena Moshoeshoe and Morena Moletsane were heavily involved in the ‘battle’ which was won by the strength of the Basutho cavalry. Looking forward to the gun wars, it was most fortuitous that Morena Moshoeshoe’s ally, Morena Moletsane would outlive him, till the end of the gun wars.

After annexation in 1866, in the mid 1870’s the British, citing distance and as such expense, ceded Basutoland to the Cape, which was what the Basotho had been fighting against for a long time; they wanted direct British rule. They wanted to be ruled by Mofumahali Queen Victoria.

The first, and most critical mistake that the Cape made was, not so much in attacking Morena Moorosi, accusing his son of cattle theft, but in beheading him.

So, when some years later they wanted to disarm the Basutho, and they found those of the south of Basutoland who knew of the beheading, reluctant to go with the plan. The Cape decided to go ahead with disarmament forcefully and met equal if not greater force.

The Basutho were better armed, more knowledgeable on the terrain and better supplied. Helped by his father’s long-standing ally, Morena Moletsane, Morena Lerotholi was able to field a well-armed strong cavalry, which inflict great pain to the Cape.

This led to the Cape defeat. Together with the number of other wars that the Cape was fighting, there was fight fatigue among her people.

So bad was it, that they did not come and collect their fallen troops; in Mafeteng there is a cemetery called ‘mabitla-a-makhooa’, or graves of the white men. The SA Military History Society has a ‘roll of honour’ for some of the dead, as not all were buried in Basutoland.

There are two significant outcomes of the war. In his book ‘The Mabille’s of Basutoland’, Edwin W. Smith states that there was a fact-finding mission to Basutoland by members of the Cape parliament, including Rhodes. Their conclusion was that the Basutho should be handed back to Britain for direct rule; which was the original wish of the Basutho.

As Whitehall was reluctant to take this role back, Basutoland spent a period of close to two years of self-rule. Thus it became the first African country (only?) to unshackle itself of colonial rule. And became the first African country to get the colonial rule it wanted; and re-shackled itself to Britain.

The second is how Britain agreed to go back and rule Basutoland. In his book, Rhodes Goes North, J. E. S. Green shows how the Prime Minister of the Cape went to Britain to sue for peace, and eventually agreed to give Britain 20 000 pounds per annum, of her import tax revenues to govern Basutoland.

Whilst not a founding member of the Commonwealth, Basutoland has carried her fair weight in the battle to save both the Commonwealth, and together the rest of the Commonwealth, the world at large.

Whilst SA will hype the losses during the maritime accident of the SS Mendi in the English Channel, Lesotho is less inclined to speak of the losses on the SS Erinpura. The Erinpura was sunk by German war planes in the Mediterranean Sea. Though I should say that, the prayer of the men on the Mendi would resound so well with those who lost their lives on the Erinpura.

When British Prime Minister, Sir Winston Churchill said; never was so much owed by so many to so few, I am certain he was speaking not just of the people of the British Isles, but the broader community within the Commonwealth, that stood together at this time of international need.

But having heard Sir Winston, there is a special bond of Basutoland within, and with the Commonwealth, that I would like to highlight. Apart from the ANZaC countries and South Africa, there were no air squadrons from other Commonwealth countries that I am aware of; except for Basutoland that is.

They paid for 12 or so Spitfire aircraft that would form the 72nd Basutoland, which flew in the Battle of Britain. No moSotho actually flew (in?) them, but they had been financed by the Basotho.

For all the prowess of a moSotho man with arms, in his book ‘Basotho Soldiers in Hitler’s War’, Brian Gary not only writes about the gift of aircraft that fought in the Battle of Britain, he also shows that Basotho soldiers, who were hauling various ordinances through the Italian Alps, were allowed to carry arms.

Aircraft and carrying arms for an African in World War II; Lesotho is not just a pioneer member of the Commonwealth, but a beacon.

As Lesotho many of these pioneering attributes continued. Whist South Africa was banned from sports and entertainment, Lesotho filled the gap for her. Exiles like Hugh Masekela and Mirriam Makeba were hosted for sell out concerts in Lesotho. South African interracial sports, with matches between the likes of Orlando Pirate, Wits University, Kaiser Chiefs, to name those I remember, started in Maseru.

I have touched on politics and war, sport and entertainment; let me go to superstition. It would go against what is expected of me not to go without anything superstitious.

Britain has given the world three major sporting codes. Rugby, which is dominated by the big three of New Zeeland and South Africa. Cricket, which expands from the rugby three to include India, Pakistan, most of the Caribbean states and a few African counties.

These sports are obviously ‘Commonwealth Sports’, as they are dominated, or played predominantly by Commonwealth countries. They have also given us football. This is a truly global sport, the largest sport played across the world, on all types of surfaces, with all types of round looking objects. We can’t call all of these footballs.

The last time a Commonwealth country won the World Cup it was England in 1966; the year Lesotho gained her independence.

The next World Cup is in 2026, the millennium celebrations of the Commonwealth; who will head the Commonwealth then? Will a Commonwealth team have the necessary ‘juju’ to make it?

Your Excellency, this is but a brief note on Lesotho, and it is my way of using the words attributed to Morena Moshoeshoe, when asking for protection from Queen Victoria that say; take me, and all the lice (those that are symbiotic to me) in my blanket. I do hope that these words will be of use to you as seek consensus on Lesotho and her candidate for the post of Secretary General of the Commonwealth.

Yours truly

Khasane Ramolefe

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A few weeks ago these pages carried a substantial piece by Mokhosi Mohapi titled “A reversal of our traditions and culture”, written in the form of an open letter to the government of Lesotho. The first sentence of Mohapi’s article took me by surprise, as he stated: MPs and Senators’ primary role is to protect and preserve the traditions and culture of the Basotho people. I would have thought the primary role of MPs and Senators would be to ensure that Basotho are secure (being protected, for example, from criminals), that they have adequate access to social services such as education and healthcare, that the economy is sufficiently stable to offer citizens some chance of employment, and so on. Fat chance, you might scoff.

But then I realised that Mohapi had a more specific contention in mind, as he stated: The Laws of Lerotholi were set to protect social order, traditions and culture of Basotho. Mohapi’s immediate concern is with the 2024 Estates and Inheritance Bill, which proposes radical changes to the existing order of things. (See the article in last week’s thepost, “MPs bulldoze through Inheritance Bill”, which gives a good idea of the background).

I’m aware that this Bill has provoked considerable controversy, and that is not my topic in this article. Nor do I wish to contest what Mohapi was saying in his piece — this is by no means a case of Dunton v Mohapi. But I did take note of the way the phrase “traditions and culture” kept resounding in Mohapi’s article, rather like a cracked bell, and what I want to do is open up those terms for examination.

Please bear with me as I slip aside for a moment with a little academic stuff. Back in 2006 I published an article titled “Problematizing Keywords: Culture, tradition and modernity.” For those of my readers with a scholarly bent and who might want to hunt it down, this was published in a journal called Boleswa Occasional Papers in Theology and Religion 2:3 (2006), pages 5-11. There I made a number of points I want to bring up in what follows.

The first fallacy I tackled in that article was the tradition/modernity binary — the notion that in Africa there was tradition and then, wham!, the white man arrived and there was modernity. Are we seriously to believe there were no great cities in Africa before the white man landed, that the peoples of a whole continent lived entirely in villages? Nigeria tells a different story.

Are we to believe there were no great libraries? Mali and Ethiopia tell a different tale. No writing systems? No medicine? I’m not saying that if I’m in pain I don’t prefer a dose of oramorph to an infusion made from some leaves picked off the slopes of Thaba Bosiu, but the point remains: the tradition/modernity binary is crude and crass and it’s demeaning about Africa.

We cannot get very far with simplistic ideas about where we are coming from and where we are at. And yet of course we do come from a past. I’ll quote — or, rather, paraphrase from memory, as I don’t have the work to hand — an observation made by T.S Eliot in his essay “Tradition and the Individual Talent”: We know so much more than those who came before us. But they are a large part of what we know.

But of those who came before who is it, exactly, that we know? When Mohapi repeatedly uses the phrase “the traditions and culture of the Basotho people” I take it he is thinking of the Basotho as constituted under Moshoeshoe I and the descendants of those generations.

For how much do we know about the “traditions and culture” of the various Sotho-speaking groups let’s say two hundred years before Moshoeshoe gathered them together to form the modern Lesotho state? Isn’t it likely there were significant differences between the “traditions and culture” of these groups, differences that were later rationalised or homogenised?

Two points here. First, we mustn’t forget what an extraordinary innovator Moshoeshoe was —and I guess that might be said also of Lerotholi, whose laws are the chief focus of Mohapi’s article. Second, culture is not static, it is not immutable. It evolves all the time.

For example, for how long has it been the case that adherence to the Christian faith could be said to be part of the culture of Basotho? (Or, for how long has football been part of the culture of the English? We are credited with the invention of football, but that doesn’t mean it’s been part of who we are since time immemorial).

That brings me to my next point, or a string of points, moving from England back to Lesotho. When I was a schoolboy I bought myself a copy of the book Components of the National Culture (1968) by the great British Marxist Perry Anderson. One of my schoolmasters — one of the few who didn’t like me — caught me with it and said “just the sort of book I’d expect a troublemaker like you to be reading. Just don’t show it to anyone else!”

The significant term in Anderson’s title is “components.” Culture is put together — it is an assemblage — and its components may have different sources.
That leads me on to the invention of tradition, and an example for Basotho.

I guess all my readers know Qiloane, the sandstone pillar at Thaba Bosiu the distinctive peak of which is said to be the inspiration for the shape of the traditional Basotho straw hat. Well, that notion is dubious to say the least; there were hats of the same shape from elsewhere in the region long before the Basotho got hold of the design.

Does this really matter? Well, no, because even if a tradition is invented, it still has the persuasiveness of a tradition. It’s just that knowing this might dissuade us from making big claims about the unchangeable nature and sanctity of tradition.

And the same goes for culture. I leave you with a quotation from the Ghanaian philosopher Kwame Anthony Appiah (it’s from his terrific book Cosmopolitanism: Ethics in a World of Strangers): We do not need, have never needed, a homogenous system of values, in order to have a home. Cultural purity is an oxymoron.

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

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The Joker Returns: Conclusion

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Last week I was talking about how jokes, or humour generally, can help get one through the most desperate situations (although it’s like taking a paracetamol for a headache; a much, much stronger resort is faith). I used the example of how Polish Jews, trapped and dying in the Warsaw ghetto, used humour to get them through day by day.

A similar, though less nightmarish, situation obtains in today’s Nigeria. Conditions there are less hellish than those of the Warsaw ghetto, but still pretty awful. There are massive redundancies, so millions of people are jobless. Inflation is at about 30% and the cost of living is sky-rocketing, with the most basic foodstuffs often unavailable. There is the breakdown of basic social services.

And endemic violence, with widespread armed robbery (to travel by road from one city to another you take your life in your hands) and the frequent kidnapping for ransom of schoolchildren and teachers. In a recent issue of the Punch newspaper (Lagos) Taiwo Obindo, Professor of Psychiatry at the University of Jos, writes of the effects of economic hardship and insecurity on his people’s mental health.

He concludes: “We should see the funny side of things. We can use humour to handle some things. Don’t take things to heart; laugh it off.”

Professor Obindo doesn’t, regrettably, give examples of the humour he prescribes, but I remember two from a period when things were less grim. Power-cuts happened all the time — a big problem if you’re trying to work at night and can’t afford a generator.

And so the National Electric Power Authority (NEPA) was universally referred to as Never Expect Power Always. And second, for inter-city travel there was a company called Luxurious Buses. Believe me, the average Lesotho kombi is a great deal more luxurious (I can’t remember ever having to sit on the floor of one of those).

And because of the dreadful state of Nigerian roads and the frequent fatal crashes, Luxurious Buses were referred to as Luxurious Hearses.

Lesotho’s newspaper thepost, for which I slave away tirelessly, doesn’t use humour very much. But there is Muckraker. I’ve always wondered whether Muckraker is the pen-name of a single person or a group who alternate writing the column.

Whatever, I’d love to have a drink with him / her/ them and chew things over. I like the ironic pen-name of the author(s). Traditionally speaking, a muckraker is a gossip, someone who scrabbles around for titbits (usually sexual) on the personal life of a celebrity — not exactly a noble thing to do.

But thepost’s Muckraker exposes big problems, deep demerits, conducted by those who should know and do better — problems that the powerful would like to be swept under the carpet, and the intention of Muckraker’s exposure is corrective.

And I always join in the closing exasperated “Ichuuuu!” (as I do this rather loudly, my housemates probably think I’m going bonkers).

Finally I want to mention television satire. The Brits are renowned for this, an achievement dating back to the early 1960s and the weekly satirical programme “TW3” (That Was The Week That Was). More recently we have had “Mock the Week”, though, despite its popularity, the BBC has cancelled this.

The cancellation wasn’t for political reasons. For decades the UK has been encumbered with a foul Conservative government, though this year’s election may be won by Labour (not such very good news, as the Labour leadership is only pseudo-socialist). “Mock the Week” was pretty even-handed in deriding politicians; the BBC’s problem was, I imagine, with the programme’s frequent obscenity.

As an example of their political jokes, I quote a discussion on the less than inspiring leader of the Labour Party, Sir Keir Starmer. One member of the panel said: “Labour may well have a huge lead in the polls at present, but the day before election day Starmer will destroy it by doing something like accidentally infecting David Attenborough with chicken-pox.”

And a favourite, basically non-political interchange on “Mock the Week” had to do with our former monarch, Queen Elizabeth II. Whatever one thinks about the British monarchy as an institution, the Queen was much loved, but the following interchange between two panellists (A and B) was fun:

A: Is the Queen’s nickname really Lilibet?
B: Yes, it is.
A: I thought her nickname was Her Majesty.
B: That’s her gang name.

OK, dear readers, that’s enough humour from me for a while. Next week I’m turning dead serious — and more than a little controversial — responding to a recent Insight piece by Mokhosi Mohapi titled “A reversal of our traditions and culture.” To be forewarned is to be prepared.

Chris Dunton

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