The woollen madness

The woollen madness

Let’s cut the crap and the clutter so we don’t clutch on to scarecrows.
The government’s wool and mohair regulations are nothing but mischief concocted by suited empty-heads who know zilch about the sector.
This has to be said because such chicanery will spread into other sectors as they tinker with the regulations to upend people’s livelihoods under the false pretence that their sole agenda is to develop the country.

The truth is that there is a bunch of people who specialise in confusing activity for progress.
This treadmill mentality is the reason we are stuck in the 1950s as a country.
We have people who can’t see beyond their noses.

We are burdened by zealots masquerading as policymakers.
And when they have bungled they have neither the shame nor the humility to admit their mistake and apologise.
Instead of beating a hasty retreat they prod on with zest because to them every battle is about winning.

What we have in this debacle are policy-makers hell-bent on proving that they can rule the farmers.
We know this type of governing strategy. It says politicians only grovel to the voters until they have the numbers to get into power. Beyond the ballot they become the masters waiting to be served by the people.

Fortunately such tomfoolery has never been known to last many months.
Sooner rather than later the cookie will crumble and those who thought they had unbridled power will be pounding our streets, jobless.
Muckraker has to declare her interests before the usual purveyors of propaganda start brewing the usual lies. She was raised and educated on her grandfather’s wool money.
It was because of that fibre that she got her first bra and undies.

It was wool that made the wretched rural life bearable.
There was never a problem with the sale until some Chinese man came to our shores with some fancy promises to make poor farmers instant millionaires.
And so the monkey shines started bit by bit until manure hit the fan.

We must never forget that the farmers never agreed to sell their wool and mohair to Stone Shi.
Oh, by the way, Stone is not even his name. Yeh, I said it and will say it again before he says zhingzhongzhangzhau. He is not Australian-Chinese as some impressionable dimwits claim.
It was the farmers who invited Stone to invest in the wool centre.

It was the farmers who contributed to building the centre that Stone now hogs as if he has title deeds to it.
The same farmers decided that they could no longer work with Stone.
It is therefore clear even to those with morsels of manure in their heads that there has always been a deal between Stone and the farmers.
That it soured is not the government’s business.

At no point were the bigwigs involved in the arrangement.
We now know that when Stone was jilted he started hunting for political masters to cover his bare behind.
It did not take long to find a battalion of handlers because this country is always teeming with politicians ready to be nobbled. Bingo!
Here we are now, facing some of the most draconian regulations ever known to Basotho farmers.

Farmers have been told that they should sell their wool and mohair to Stone, who has now become a monopoly.
Suddenly a Chinese man is in charge of getting every thread of wool and mohair from our farmers.
Who the hell is he? What is his claim to fame?

Those questions have to be asked because so far nothing justifies the government’s belligerent stance on this matter. There is no logic, implied or otherwise, to rationalize why a whole government could jump so fast into the pockets of a Chinese man.

None has proffered a coherent reason why the government is prepared to throw 40 000 farmers under a bus to please one man.
At this rate we will all be forced to buy groceries from Chinese-owned shops. Soon we will be instructed to eat dog-soup from Chinese restaurants. That is where we are headed as a country.

There is no point in denying that we have been captured. There is nothing xenophobic about fighting for what is right. It’s not a sin to shout about injustice against your own people.
This is the only time a whole cabinet has vehemently protected a mere broker. Stone is a simple middleman.
He produces nothing in the value chain apart from his commission.

He owns no wool or mohair processing factory in Lesotho or China.
He does not even have a tail of a sheep yet he wants to be given 6.5 million kilogrammes of Lesotho’s wool and mohair so he can sell. Notice the difference here.
Stone is not buying wool for the farmers. He is getting it for free so he can sell it in some dark market in China. When he gets the payment he will take his cut before tossing pittances to the farmers. Holy dung!

How daft we are to trust one man with a national asset that feeds a quarter of our population. Are we so blinkered that we cannot see such a brazen ruse unfolding before our open eyes?
None of those who support this Stone gobbledygook have explained why they stand firmly in his corner.
There is no study to confirm that Stone is a better broker.

There is no due diligence analysis to confirm that he is a bona fide businessman.
We are yet to be favoured with even a brief peep into his history and qualifications.
In which country has he improved the wool and mohair farmers’ lives. This is a man who has not even plucked a tick off a Lesotho sheep or goat but he is now being treated like a prince in this country.

We have to say these things before our farmers are screwed to benefit a so-called foreign investor.
The idea that the livelihoods of thousands of local farmers could be sacrificed to shore up a man who invested a trifling two million maloti is bunkum.
And such hokum has to be stopped before it becomes a habit.

Habits have a way of morphing into a culture. Allowed to lay eggs, they will multiply so fast that you cannot fumigate them out of your life.

There are those who claim that Lesotho has a right to control the trade of its wool and mohair. They are right. But bringing a single broker to control a sector is an inane way of achieving that.
Those who say Lesotho has the right to add value to its wool and mohair before selling it are correct too. But adding a broker in the process does not add any value to our wool.
If Stone is an expert in the sector then he should get his own sheep and produce his own wool.

If he is the fine broker he claims to be then he should not be saddling on our farmers’ backs to make it in the sector.
The wool and mohair doesn’t belong to ministers. It doesn’t even belong to the government.
It is the farmers who own it. If the government wants to help Stone then it should just make its own wool and give it to him to sell in China.

Nka! Ichuuuuuuuuuuu!

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