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MUCKRAKER had a chuckle after reading what sounded like a preposterous statement from a senior army officer last week.

During the graduation of 310 trainees Colonel Mabote Sekoboto said “children of nowadays do not have strong bones so they get broken easily”.

Colonel Sekoboto’s solution is that young people should drink lots of milk, do manual work and walk.

It’s a pity though that the army does not run a dairy farm to bring trucks of milk to our villages.

Colonel Sekoboto should be careful not to insult poor people by suggesting that they drink lots of milk. The last time Muckraker checked most people in this country were having “lots” of water because they don’t have enough food.

To say those people should now start having lot of milk as if the milk comes out of a village well is scandalous.

Colonel Sekoboto probably grew up surrounded by lots of cows.

Good for him!

But he should not expect that to be the norm. Times have changed. Poverty has laid eggs in this country.

As for the bit about walking long distances Muckraker would like to remind the colonel that not allof us have those huge boots soldiers get for free.

In any case to walk long distances, you must be well fed. Where was he when it was announced that there will be a drought this year?

When it comes to his sentiments about young people doing manual work Muckraker can ask the army to lead by example.

They are well fed but they don’t do much manual work. Let the soldiers lead by example. After all they are the ones trained to ignore pain.


Trouble in paradise. That’s what Muckraker thought when she heard of the brouhaha in the Basotho National Party (BNP), a party with little support but huge connections.

It was only a matter of time before the tomfoolery started festering in that party that is haunted by its own wicked past.

Yes, the BNP’s past is not only stinky but also despicable. If that pricks your flesh as a BNP zealot then go tell it to the mountain. The truth hurts. History is stubborn. Muckraker doesn’t give a rat’s behind if you lose your head with anger. Someone somewhere was bound to get up some high jinks. And sure enough secretary general Lesojane Leuta set the ball rolling recently with his inquisitive barbs that have riled the leadership.

Leuta is asking about money, an emotive subject in most political parties. He wants to know why a party with buildings can claim to be as broke as a church mouse.

That’s more like a deacon asking a Pentecostal church pastor why he claims poverty when the people are paying their tithes with gusto.


Leuta has a right to ask that question even if the leaders think he is poking his nose where it doesn’t belong. As secretary general he should get answers about the party’s finances.

Unfortunately BNP leaders are not used to being asked tricky questions. So instead of answering his question the leaders have decided to clobber him.

Clobbering, by the way, is synonymous with the BNP’s history. For evidence of that flip the pages of history to the 1970s when the party used a knobkerrie called the army against those who had won an election fair and square.

Leuta must not scream because the party is only teaching him some historical lessons.  Leuta is also correct to ask about the money because, if the truth be told, the BNP is generating some money from its buildings.

The problem with Leuta though is that he behaves like a political novice.  First, he asks the question to people he knows will not answer.

Second, he keeps asking when no one is answering.

Third, he goes to the streets to shout his question. Recently he was in the media asking the same inconvenient question.

The man cannot possibly understand that such questions are not asked until you have amassed enough evidence to point a finger at someone in the party. Or you simply catch someone with their hands in the cookie jar before you start asking the question.

If the money was indeed stolen Leuta’s loud month has only helped make it harder to find. While Leuta was shouting like a mad man the thief, if there is one, is covering his tracks.

For shouting without evidence Leuta is now being shoved out of the party. His questions will soon be forgotten as he sinks into political oblivion.


If you want to understand what poor Leuta is up against then you should read a story in the Sunday Express.

There the leader Thesele ’Maseribane and spokesperson Machesetsa Mofomobe took turns to wring Leuta’s ears.

’Maseribane said Leuta should find the shortest route to a hospital. Mofomobe said Leuta is behaving like a cornered cat and is about to ‘rain’ on himself. Both men sounded like thugs rather than politicians.

They spoke with the abrasiveness of village bumpkins. On one level ’Maseribane and Mofomobe have a similar problem: both do not have a sense of occasion. They speak because someone has asked them to.

To them silence is a sign of weakness. Because there is nothing substantial in their heads to sustain their overworking mouths they end up just talking drivel.

On another level the two men are totally different: ’Maseribane is a bully while Mofomobe is a bandwagon rider.

’Maseribane insults because he thinks he can while Mofomobe insults because everyone else is insulting.  They both suffer from verbal diarrhoea though.

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Machonisa on fire



It was only a matter of time before the so-called socialist party owned by a machonisa started unravelling. Now the capitalist owner of the Socialist Revolutionaries is lashing out at anyone who dares to tell him to behave himself.

Teboho Mojapela is moving around his party’s structures with a phafa, leaving his victims scratching their bums.

Muckraker has no sympathy for his victims. They deserve what they are getting.

Having deluded themselves to think that they are stockholders in the SR, they should now enjoy their harvest of thorns. They were guests at Mojapela’s house but tried to tell him how to arrange his furniture and what to eat.

He is telling them to go find somewhere to play because the SR is his personal property.

That the SR is in Mojapela’s armpits has always been clear. He formed and funded it.

It’s just that some were too naïve to realise the obvious.

Thabo Shao packed his bags and left after Mojapela whipped him out of his house. He now mumbles something about Mr Machonisa being a dictator. He says that as if it’s a discovery to be shared with the rest of the world.

Yet anyone with something between their ears would have known that a machonisa who brags about beating his naughty workers could not possibly be a democratic leader.

Only Shao and a few dimwits didn’t know that.

Anyway, Shao’s exit will not change much because he just doesn’t matter. He is a political nonentity who overrates himself.

What interests Muckraker is Mr Machonisa’s nerve to call Shao an uneducated rascal. That hurts because it’s an insult coming from someone who has made it a mission to give education a bad name. Mr Machonisa’s definition of someone educated is Tlohelang Aumane. Hear, hear, and hear. Phew!

Does anyone remember Aumane saying anything either educated or educative?

Muckraker only knows him as a political jezebel incapable of staying in one political bed for more than 15 minutes. He is always itching to be married to the next political party.

Muckraker is tempted to say Aumane is politically horny but she won’t say it for fear of offending the oversensitive souls. The kind that claims to have almost suffocated to death after someone farted in a hall.

But Mr Machonisa doesn’t care about Aumane’s habits because he thinks he is renting a brilliant political mind. A few things will happen in that union.

Mr Machonisa will soon realise that Aumane is just an empty-headed political slay queen always looking for the next partner to get him Ice Tropez (May lightning strike whoever drinks that but cannot afford it. Fire!)

Aumane will realise that Mr Machonisa is a moneyed but unrefined village bumpkin whose mouth has a terrible habit of rebelling against his brain.

Mr Machonisa will find the next brain to rent while Aumane will be putting on his stilettos to find another political lover to smooch on the Maseru streets.

Nka! Ichuuuuuuuuuuu!

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The queen Mampara



Muckraker once promised to say nothing about the Feselady but that Mampara’s mouth keeps running as if it’s connected to Muela Hydro Power Station.

The Feselady told some ABC members who visited her home that she will not associate with the party until it distances itself from the remark of suspended spokesman Montoeli Masoetsa. What made her relapse to her Drama Queen ways was Masoetsa’s attack on her and her hubby. He said the ABC lost because of Uncle Tom and Feselady.

That simple truth, known to even donkeys in Qaqatu, pierced her cheeky heart and got her tummy roiling. She now says she will never wear the ABC’s regalia until the party apologises. Don’t laugh. If this was a threat, the Feselady has lost her touch.

She used to beat people for merely looking at her in a funny way or calling her hubby.

She would harass government officials in public. Now she has been reduced to threatening to avoid yellow dresses and T-shirts to fix the ABC. Boom! Boom! The mighty Drama Queen has fallen.

What remains is just the fading memories of power sexually transmitted.

The transmitter of that power has long ceased to function literally and figuratively.

But the Feselady is too engrossed with herself to realise that she has neither the power nor the capacity to make threats to anyone. She rules only her home, yard and a few idiots still clinging to her.

It takes some sophistication to read irony and the Feselady doesn’t have even a pinch of it. Her people in Mokhotlong rejected her when she tried to sneak into parliament via that hollow popularity garnered through matrimony.

ABC supporters think she is just an uncultured blabbermouth. That she thinks anyone would lose sleep over her threats to burn the party’s regalia or turn them into fatukus is comical. Her tantrums will not change a thing. Her boycott might be the best thing to happen to the party since the October 7 defeat.

Why would the few remaining ABC supporters worry about a garrulous charlatan boycotting their party?

The last time she was wearing the ABC like a wig, it lost more than 200 000 voters, flew to the opposition benches and became a smallanyana party. Nothing hurts more than that. So bring it on mummy!

Nka! Ichuuuuuuuuuuu!

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The RFP’s thokolosi



The RFP leaders should fire whoever is advising them on how to deal with constituencies demanding a conference to elect a new executive committee. Their response to those demands has been a comedy of errors.
It’s been nothing short of kindergarten blunders unbefitting of people who sold themselves as the smart ones to lead the country out of darkness.
The secretary general told those bellowing for a conference to take a chill pill and wait for Uncle Sammy to give directions.
Uncle Sammy said those people or their kind are divisive, dragging the party off its agenda and incapable of understanding his dream for the country.
Other leaders have said those clamouring for a conference can go plead their case to a mountain because the current national executive committee will run the party for another six pregnancies.
Never mind the words they use, the leaders are telling the members that they will not be told how to manage a party they started. This is to say the leaders will not be taking instructions from the riffraff. Yes, I said it! Those rubbed the wrong way can curse.
Someone should round up the RFP’s executive committee members, lock them up in a room, throw away the keys and spank them until they understand politics.
They are clearly struggling to make a distinction between a political party and private companies. You would think this is common sense but the human mind is always slow to banish habits.
The RFP leaders were used to being business owners, not political leaders. That is why they cannot understand why anyone who wasn’t there when they started the party can tell them how to manage it.
But make no mistake, reality will grab them by the noses and eyelids back to their senses. They will be taught three simple lessons. The first is that political parties are voluntary entities in which power lies with the members.
The second is that party members are not employees you can just instruct to jump around because you pay their wages.
The third, which is more important, is that the only time a political party is a personal property is when it’s an idea in the founder’s head. Once registered and people join, the members own the party together with its structures, leaders and vision.
The other problem with the RFP’s responses to the demands for an elective conference is that they keep pretending that those three constituencies are just rogues out to sabotage the party. Nothing can be further from the truth.
Those constituencies are small thokolosis of someone right there in the party’s echelons. They represent a growing faction in the party. That faction that is a thokolosi was birthed when the party was still a spirit. It was nurtured when the party was registered and continued to grow during the campaign.
By the time the RFP became government, it was a full-blown thokolosi vigorously doing bedroom things to produce more thokolosis. Now it is granddaddy thokolosi living in the RFP’s armpits.
There is a simple way to find the thokolosi’s owner.
Just round them up and beat them until their parents start wailing. If the parents don’t come out the thokolosis will run to them for protection.

Nka! Ichuuuuuuuuuuu!

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