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Mamella Mamello Morrison

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This would have been an uneventful year if it had ended without some volley from some political blabbermouth. Luckily, Mamello Morrison obliged and blessed us with some tosh to last us the whole festive season.
She delivered the bunkum in the form of a letter to Mr Softie. It is not clear what inspired the hokum but we can only speculate that she wanted history to record her as having said something sensible about Lesotho’s political crisis. She wanted to sneak in a pinch in the brawl.

She genuinely believes she is the aunty of this country.
Her beef was brief but she beefed it up with some pop shots to make it an N1 of a letter. Incoherence however stole the meaning of the letter, leaving just howls about everything.
She opens the letter by admonishing Mr Softie for addressing a pitso without being flanked by his cabinet. But she quickly trips herself after remembering that it would not have sent the right message for Mr Softie to appear in public with his groupies in these Covid times.

Morrison however hastily recovered with a jab on Mr Softie’s yellow cheeks for allegedly attacking Mochoboroane in his absence. The ideal situation, she hinted, would have been to call Mochoboroane to the pitso and harangue him.

The rest of the letter is some mumbo-jumbo about Mr Softie having to remember that he takes his mandate from the All Basotho Confusion (ABC), a party that has fired, disowned and wants to kick him from office.
In between those bouts of hallucinations Morrison manages to sneak in some bit about Mr Softie being the worst prime minister in living memory, surpassed only by Major General Phisoane Ramaema.

A Biblical verse was summoned to give the letter some oomph. Then as her letter was about to reach Limpopo she got to what was its gist.
She weaped uncontrollably about Mr Softie’s response to Mokola’s letter.
She had finally slapped the mold of dung, spattering it into her face and gray hair.

The letter had nothing to do with Morrison whispering some wise words to Mr Softie.
She simply wanted to ingratiate herself with Mokola. It’s a typical tactic of political turncoats.

They are forever on the lookout for opportunities to lick some boots. Morrison doesn’t say from which vantage point she is writing the letter. We don’t know if she is writing as a concerned citizen, a politician, an activist, former government official, a retired politician or some irritated mokhono.
What is clear is that she thinks her words matter in the broader scheme of things.

Everyone is allowed to have an elevated sense of importance, especially in Lesotho where every Thabo and Nthabiseng can just waffle and demand to whisper in everyone’s ear.
Muckraker however has a few words for Morrison. Now mamella Mamello!
Just because people don’t remind you of your sullied history doesn’t mean they have forgotten. Your attempts to play the nation’s aunty is coming twenty-three years late.

You should have thought of playing that role before actively participating in the 1998 political violence that led to dozens of deaths and cities destroyed. You should be thankful that you live in a country that treats accountability as some minor rash, otherwise you would have done some jail time or at least appeared in court. It’s not Muckraker making this allegation.

The Justice Leon Commission’s report recommended that you be charged for treason or sedition for your role in allegedly inciting political violence. So when you speak, you should do so in a hushed voice laden with shame.
And remember to drink motoho before you say those words because you will need the energy when you get the response.

Nka! Ichuuuuuuuuuuu!

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Let them take korobela

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Nqosa Mahao has pulled a fast one on his opposition comrades to join Uncle Sam’s government. Muckraker suspected the bromance among the opposition leaders would end in tears but never expected Mahao to do the betraying. The lesson is that there is no honour among politicians and everyone has a price. The BAP’s price is two cabinet seats and some morsels to be flung its way here and there.
The opposition is furious at Mahao for stringing them along for three weeks while Uncle Sam whispered sweet little things in his ears.

They say Mahao attended their nocturnal meetings to plot Uncle Sam’s demise but was busy with a plan to get himself a mok’huk’hu in the government.
Their screams of anger are hypocritical. They too would have been charmed for the right price. Mahao just happened to have yielded earlier than them. None of them can claim that they were not approached by the RFP or its dealmakers.

No one could claim that they refused the RFP’s marriage proposal because they differed on ideology and principle. The only sticking issue was what was offered and what they thought their support was worthy. So let’s bin the hypocrisy and confirm that some of them overreached and overestimated their value by holding out for more spoils. It’s not their business if Mahao sold himself too cheap.

He was smart enough to understand that the market of political support was already flooded. That is being pragmatic.
In the end, it was a simple matter of demand and supply. Uncle Sam played the game well by lodging a scarecrow of a court case to delay the vote of no confidence to buy himself time. That blindsided the opposition leaders and allowed Uncle Sam to counterattack.

So while Lehata was laughing like a hyena in parliament and the opposition congregated at the BNP Centre for drinks Uncle Sam was cooking some delicious dish across town. It was only a matter of time before the aroma reached the politicians’ noses.

So while they were claiming to be united most of them were busy receiving calls to hear what was on the menu. It was a buffet of embassies and cabinet seats. The desserts were deputy minister positions and some small jobs for hungry supporters. The only problem with some of the opposition leaders was that they wanted to eat the whole buffet, including Uncle Sam’s portion.

Meanwhile, Uncle Sam was busy gauging what was enough to satiate the hungriest among the opposition leaders. In the end, he knew he didn’t have to part with much to get the deal and the numbers he wanted. Some politicians are saying Mahao could have asked for more because Uncle Sam was desperate and cornered. Not true!

Your tomatoes do not cost more simply because you worked hard to produce them or you think they are special. It’s the market that decides.
To get more for them you should get the timing right. The same applies to political support. Uncle Sam knew the market of political support would be oversupplied if he waited a few days before buying.

By the time he came to the market the available political support was about to rot and everyone was willing to sell at a huge discount. This is common sense but some opposition leaders want to pretend Mahao ambushed them by selling fast.

Muckraker suggests that next time they plot against Uncle Sam, the opposition leaders should visit a sangoma to give them all a huge dose of korobela so that none is tempted to find another lover. The best love portion comes from the North of us. Mwa, mwa, mwa!

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How to share a stolen goat

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Those who think Uncle Sam is now safe from the barbarians at the gates are naïve. Mahao’s defection is a temporary setback from which the opposition leaders are plotting to recover.
They are coming because Uncle Sam is holding something they cannot live without: power.
And they will not rest until they get it. Those who believe this fight is based on principle and ideology are unmitigated dimwits. Their claim that Uncle Sam’s government has failed is just a cover to justify their plot. They know they would not do a better job.

Everyone knows that because they have seen their epic bungling when they had a chance to rule.
The notoriety of their thievery, corruption, deliberate mismanagement and nepotism precedes them. They say Uncle Sam has failed to implement his party’s campaign promises but forget that some of them failed several times. If this was about ideology and principle it would reflect in the negotiations for coalitions. In countries where politicians still have morsels of self-respect and specks of shame, such negotiations would be dominated by ideological and policy considerations.

Political parties try to find some common ground on fundamental issues like the economy, education, climate change, trade and foreign policy.
Our rascals here talk about ministerial and diplomatic positions as if they are sharing a stolen goat; I want the head, give me likahare.

My ancestors said I should always eat the testicles. Give me the liver, I don’t have teeth. The heart is my favourite. In a way, our government is like a stolen goat being shared by thieves. Ba ja maleo.

It’s a fat goat stolen from Basotho. The politicians will eat it and not leave even the skin for Basotho to make a mat to lay on when hungry. The thieves are eating while the people watch.

Yet we people never tire to give the politicians the permission to rob and pee on them.
It’s tempting to say we deserve it but no one, not even the Devil, deserves the politicians we have in this country. Some say there is hell somewhere. Muckraker says we are already in a hell of some sort created by our politicians. We are being roasted slowly by politicians and they will never stop.

Does that make you feel depressed and hopeless? Well, you are not alone. There are worse places on this earth. Does that mean we should accept tosh because there is worse tosh in other places?
Well, it’s your choice.

Muckraker wishes you a wet weekend. Let’s hope Uncle Sam throws us a party to celebrate his great escape. You marched for him, didn’t you?
A beer is what you deserve for sweating from Maseru Mall to parliament.

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Give Lehata a Bell’s

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Mootsi Lehata behaved like a clown in parliament last week. Laughing like he was in a shebeen. Spewing insults as if someone had stolen his goats. He even used the ‘F’ word on Lejone Mpotjoane.
“Moshanyana enoa a se ke a ntella. Se ke oa ntella sonny, f**k you,” he said in response to Mpotjoane. Muckraker doesn’t know Mpotjoane to be a moshanyana. What she knows is what Lehata did to a ngoanana a few years ago.

The girl dropped the rape case on the condition that Lehata builds her a house and pays for the child’s upkeep. So ke eena ea tellang molao. Some might say it’s water under the bridge but Muckraker doesn’t forgive. Never!

For now, we should talk about his monkeyshines in parliament. He looked high on something. Lehata can however deny it. He can say he was shaking because he had spent sleepless nights plotting to topple Uncle Sam. He can claim he was shaking with excitement at the prospect of becoming a minister again. If that doesn’t cut it he can say wasn’t drunk but just suffering from a hangover.

That might work because he could say those who say he was drunk on that Monday should have seen him on Sunday. He could claim he was still suffering the effects of knocking down several bottles taller than him.
But whatever happens, no one can prove that he was high.

Yes, a test could have revealed that he had blood in his alcohol but that is now beside the point because it didn’t happen. In any case, Muckraker has seen worse things in parliament. Remember how some MPs spanked each other a few years ago?

Chairs and bins were given wings. An MP was once captured on camera groping another.
As for insults, worse things have been said. Some of the MPs don’t need to be insulted to feel humiliated. Imagine how it feels to be an LCD MP.
You see it in their faces that they are beating themselves.

No wonder they are not even mentioned as part of the opposition. They are not in opposition, not government and not in the crossbench. They are there, somewhere there.

Muckraker would not sleep well if she ended these musings without mentioning one small thing. During the debate on Lehata’s tomfoolery, one opposition MP said the Speaker should protect MPs so that their images are not manipulated to tarnish their reputation. Yeah, right!

You must have a reputation first for it to be tarnished. Muckraker and 98.9 percent of Basotho know 99 percent of our MPs to be freeloading, greedy and power-hungry charlatans.
That is their reputation. Those who say our MPs are honest and hardworking are tarnishing that sterling reputation.

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