It’s possible that Mosito had not even used the toilet in his office. It’s cruel to fire a man before he can even pee in his office toilet. Whichever way you look at it, what Mr Softie did to Mosito is not right.
This was not an appointment but a nasty prank. A cruel joke delivered in splendour at a national scale.
Mosito has been turned into a clown, kitted with a big red nose, over-size shoes, a colourful wig and white gloves.
Henceforth the man will be remembered as the fellow who could not last a week as a minister. He will have the number “3” tattooed on his forehead as a badge for the dubious distinction he achieved.
In just a week he has gone from being a backbencher to a minister and then a backbencher who is a former minister. Back to his humble chair. Such a turnaround is enough to make his head spin.
All this drama happened before he could tell his chief: “Morena oa ka, I have made it!”
Mr Softie did not give him a signal.
Imagine the confusion and distress he has caused his people in Lekhalane.
They were about to slaughter beasts to celebrate his rise but now they have to wait until he comes home so they can shake his hand and say “Phepi ngoaneso!”
Mosito has told the media that he is not bitter about his firing. That’s a pathetic lie, unless he has the feelings of a rock.
If that disgrace doesn’t roil him then Lesotho is a superpower, Likeuna won the World Cup and the Feselady (yes, that unashamed drama queen) is an angel.
Muckraker understands that Mosito is trying to remain calm under the circumstances. And that it is not a bad thing. Decorum is important in politics. Yet there is a difference between being calm and being cowardly.
The man has been thoroughly humiliated. He is the butt of jokes in Maseru. He has no chance of being a minister again or being posted to some embassy. He cannot even tell his grandchildren that he was once a minister because that never really happened.
For his sanity and legacy, he should purge that brief detour from his CV.
There is therefore nothing to be gained by playing Mr Nice Guy. The least he could have done before leaving the office was to defecate in one of the drawers. That would be small revenge to a government that has humiliated him so much that even pigs are laughing at him. A stinking gift to a man who had treated him like trash.
Or he could have just pulled Mr Softie’s pic from the wall and said terrible things as he stomped on it. You may ask what such mischief would achieve. Well, just for the kicks and his ego which has been mortally wounded. Besides, it would not be right for him to walk out of the office as if he had tired or resigned.
If he couldn’t deliver even a single speech as a minister then he can leave something that screams in the office. There is no better way to do that than depositing something awful in the drawer. After all that is the only way he can tell the story of his dismissal in years to come.
“Ntate Mosito, I hear you were fired after three days?” a mischievous old man will ask him as they imbibe hopose.
“Well, they should tell you that I also left the prime minister a perfumed Valentine’s present in the drawer,” Mosito will say.
Case closed. Next story please!
Nka! Ichuuuuuuuuuuu!
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