Some cows were grazing in a veld in Koro-Koro when they saw a group of goats running. “What are you running away from?” a cow asked one of the galloping goats.
“The Lesotho Mounted Police Service is arresting dogs,” said one goat.
“But you are not dogs, so why are you running away?” the cow asked.
“Heela, this is Lesotho! Once arrested it will take you five years to prove that you are not a dog,” said the goat.
The cows started running away as well.
In no time, the bulls were sprinting ahead of the goats. Shocked by their speed, the goats asked why the bulls were running so fast as if they knew something about the police.
“We have heard that they will crush your balls during torture,” one bull replied.
And so the goats ran even faster.
As fate would have it, the police caught one bull and tortured him to confess that he was the dog that stole meat from the chief’s house. Nothing could convince them that the bull was not a dog.
When the bull argued that there is no dog as big as him, the police accused him of being a fattened dog that belongs to a white man.
From there on they started calling the bull “ntja ea lekhooa” as they tortured him.
When the bull pointed out that he had horns, the police said they were borrowed.
The police then leaked the story to that Phutsalatso radio station, owned by that Rastaman who eats meat, to report that they caught a fat thieving dog wearing horns. And in no time the story reached all corners of Lesotho.
When the police heard the story on the radio, they were convinced beyond reasonable doubt that the bull was the dog that stole the meat. After all, even the media was confirming it. At some point, even the bull was convinced that it was not only a dog but a fat dog that steals meat.
This is not a story about a bull that became a dog that was a thief of meat.
It’s about our police. Try this at home. Walk into a police station and confess that you have committed a crime. The police will chase you out. Why?
Because they would not have investigated your crime. By ‘investigation’ they mean torturing and mining you for a confession.
Our police are like the Zama-Zamas when it comes to mining confessions out of people. There was a time when parents used to tell their children to find a police officer if they got lost in Maseru.
Now parents tell their children to avoid police officers. Why? Because the police officer will demand a bribe to show you directions. If you don’t have money the police will torture you until you confess that you kidnapped yourself from your parents.
Keep denying the allegation of being a kidnapper and the police will accuse you of being a baboon that has strayed into Maseru.
If your parents come to the station to claim you, they will be accused of trying to steal a baboon that is now state property.
They will be tortured until they confess that they contravened the Protection of Flora and Fauna regulations by keeping a baboon in their house without a licence.
And they will never be allowed to take you home unless you pay a bribe.
That is the story of our esteemed police force and their legendary investigative skills.
Ask Tšeliso Mokhosi, Advocate Napo Mafaesa or anyone who has been arrested by the police if you think Muckraker is telling tall tales.
So how do you avoid being tortured for days?
It’s simple. You walk into the police station, deny their allegation for a few hours, get tortured a bit and start singing.
They will take you to the DPP who will gallop across town to the courts, waving the confession.
You hire yourself some Phafane who will use a phafa to whip the DPP and the police in court. You then tell the judge that the confession the DPP is clutching was either concocted or mined out of you through torture.
The DPP will pretend to be shocked as the judge acquits you through a process that legal experts are now calling Phafaning.
The judge will say something about God punishing the real criminal but you don’t give a rat’s behind because you are home free.
Whether you committed the crime or not is between you and your God or your ancestors. Ask Moramotse.
Nka! Ichuuuuuuuuuuu!
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