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Stick to your Lechina

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This week Muckraker had a chance meeting with a man who used to chase her back in Mafube.
It was a heart-warming conversation full of nostalgic anecdotes about how he would ogle Muckraker in class and wait for her by the village well.

It’s a pity he didn’t do enough to win Muckraker’s heart. He was a shy boy with a terrible stutter.
Maybe it was for the best because this girl from Qacha is an opinionated motormouth with a dash of arrogance.
He however reminded Muckraker of the love letter he wrote when he was at Peka High School.

The old Peka High School, not this run-down hovel sustained by the little threads of what remains of a legacy of scholarly competence.
The man said it was the most beautiful letter he had ever written. He wrote it in January but it reached Mafube in March. The postal service had happened.

By the time it was delivered at a nearby school Muckraker was already head over heels with another charmer, who however turned out to be an unmitigated rascal a few months later.
An opportunity had been lost.
Nothing much has changed since then. Things are still painfully slow in Lesotho.

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From justice to fast-food. From government projects to food at weddings.
Yet whatever example of slowness you can think of nothing beats the lethargic pace at which common sense enters a politician’s mind.
Here is a little story to illustrate how common-sense crawls like a snail into politicians’ heads. Soon after the June 2017 election a bunch of ABC ministers (read that as rascals) were hunting for their own benefactor.

They were looking for their own Lechina. They approached John Xie who quickly showed them the door because he was oversubscribed with big guns like Uncle Tom, the Feselady and even Size Two.
John’s message was that his pockets were already full of the people who matter in the government.

By some fortune, misfortune or both, the young ministers found one Stone Shi who promised them heaven on earth. All they had to do was to pee on wool and mohair farmers.
And so the boys opened their zippers and started watering the poor farmers.

The excitable ones even defecated on the farmers. Fathers and mothers were robbed in the name of some “localising the sector”. Shi was swallowing their money while the ministers cheered him on.
Of course, their Lechina flung some coins their way, some of which they allegedly forwarded to the vile sister who used to occupy the State House.

Anyone who tried to talk sense to them was called a saboteur working against Lesotho’s interest. One Chihuahua even said he was prepared to be castrated if the regulations were reversed.
And for two years the farmers were miserable while the scoundrels lived large with their Lechina. As Muckraker writes this some of those nincompoops are still in the government.
This week the government suspended Shi’s licence for failing to pay farmers.

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It would be hilarious were it not tragic. It’s not as if the government discovered last week that Shi was failing to pay farmers. He has been failing for the past two years yet the government has held on to him. Two years is how long it took for common sense to reach our politicians’ minds. And you wonder why things seem to move in reverse in this country.

Muckraker hopes the rascals will stick to their lechina in these trying times.
Remember those Machina are a rare breed. They don’t make them like John any more. The factory is closed.

Nka! Ichuuuuuuuuuuu!

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Jackals are hunting

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Cheeseman’s recording of the conversation might border on the criminal but that doesn’t matter to those who have been looking for a stick to spank Molelle.

They have been waiting for this moment and are seizing it with both hands.

You can hear the excitement in their voices as they discuss Molelle’s impending downfall. Knorx’s misery has triggered a collective orgasm.

Watch them now as they hunt in packs like jackals.

Even those who sang Molelle’s praises a few weeks ago are queuing to lynch him.

We are masters at kicking those who have fallen from grace.

The Law Society of Lesotho has been startled from years of slumber to race out of its bed with a long sjambok in hand.

They have written a letter to Uncle Sam pretending to have discovered, through a “whistleblower”, that Molelle was appointed the DCEO boss without being admitted as a legal practitioner in Lesotho.

It’s unclear why they needed a ‘whistleblower’ to discover something in their records for years. Muckraker suspects they always knew but were either too timid to say or waiting for this moment.

They are saying it now to give the impression that they sneaked in a kick when Molelle was being spanked out of office. It’s a desperate scramble for relevance.

By claiming that they didn’t know Molelle was appointed the DG without being admitted as a legal practitioner the law society is exposing itself as a proudly incompetent organisation.

That much is clear from their brazen admission that they needed a ‘whistleblower’ to whisper to them something on their notice board or drawer.

Muckraker is amused by the battalion pretending to be irritated by what Molelle’s mouth said about Bro Richard, Sister Majara and Uncle Sam. They are borrowing offence as if it’s them who were labelled idiots or satane.

Bro Richard, Sister Majara and Uncle Sam are capable of getting irritated on their own without prodding and instigation from self-hired mourners, chancers and bootlickers.

Molelle himself knows what is supposed to happen in the next few days.

He can only extricate himself from this mess by proving that the audio clips were manufactured and his voice is either AI-generated or from someone who can expertly imitate him.

Nka! Ichuuuuuuuuuuu!

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Pressing the Knorx Stereo

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As she listened to Mollele’s audio clips Muckraker could hear a man devoted to waffling his way to an abrupt end to his tenure as the DCEO boss.

Cheeseman only had to keep poking him with cunning instigations. It was as if Cheeseman knew which buttons to press for Knorx’s stereo to keep playing his songs. And he wasn’t using a remote control. He was right there pressing the brown Tempest. Muckraker is unsure if Cheeseman danced to the Knorx hits but is certain he enjoyed himself.

Press: “Satane”. Press: “Idiots”. Press: “This case”.

Press: “Oh, yes that case”. Press: “The DPP this and that”. Press: “Blah, blah, blah and blah”.

Cheeseman was playing Knorx like DJ Boots on the decks.

At some point you hear that Cheeseman was no longer playing his favourite hits but requests from people who had given him a list of songs before he met Knorx.

Cheeseman’s motive for recording their conversation doesn’t matter now.

It matters now who got the audio clips, snitched and leaked. It all boils down to what he said and to whom he said it.

Molelle would still have been in trouble even if he had been heard saying those words while in his shower. He put himself in that position by allowing his mouth to go wild.

He should have kept those thoughts locked in his mind until uttering them had no consequences for him. They are words you only mention as history: “Eish, I used to work with devils and idiots”.

Muckraker is not saying he should have never said those words now. Of course, he could have driven out of Maseru to find a mountain to tell those things.

If a molisana had secretly recorded his chat with the mountain, Knorx would have said what he tells his ancestors is his business. He could have also claimed he would have gone bonkers if he had not told someone or something about his bosses.

Many have a boss they believe to be a moron or evil. Yet they keep their mouth shut about such truths to keep the job and the peace. The smart ones know it is their job to cover up the idiocy of their bosses.

That is how they earn their keep and promotions. Otherwise, what is the point of an idiot boss keeping a smart employee who doesn’t know how to protect them from their idiocy?

It is your job to protect your boss from his idiocy. And you have no business discussing your boss’ idiocy, especially with his enemies. Venture into such reckless discussions and you will be jobless with your smartness.

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The mouth

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WE start the year with a little story of the dangers of a reckless mouth. Muckraker will write it as if you are listening to your granny’s tsomo. The point of it all will be revealed before the kettle boils.

So here goes.

Some two centuries ago, Czar Nicholas I, the ruler of Russia, faced a rebellion from some renegades who demanded democracy and other things. Qoi!

The Czar reacted with a brutal crackdown that included the chopping of heads.

Kondraty Ryleyev, one of the rebels, was caught and sentenced to death by hanging. On the day of his hanging, the trapdoor opened but the rope around Ryleyev’s neck broke.

In those days, a rope breaking during an execution was considered a miracle which compelled the authorities to pardon the convict and spare the convict’s life.

With rope broken Ryleyev, thinking he had been saved, stood up, looked at the crowd that had gathered to witness his execution and shouted: “You see, in Russia they don’t know how to do anything properly, even to make rope”. A messenger was sent to the Palace for the Czar to sign Ryleyev’s pardon.

The disappointed Czar was about to sign the pardon when he asked the messenger: “Did Ryleyev say anything about this miracle?”

“Sir, he said that in Russia they don’t even know how to make rope,” the messenger replied.

“In that case let us prove the contrary,” said the Czar as he tore up the pardon.

Ryleyev was hanged the next day and the rope held tight until he kicked the bucket.

Muckraker read that story from Robert Greene’s 48 Laws of Power. The anecdote accompanies Law 4: “Always say less than necessary”.

Ryleyev would have lived to see another day if only he kept his tongue on a short leash.

Did Muckraker hear you say qoi?

The story is not about what happened to a reckless mouth in Russia two centuries ago but what is happening to Knorx Molelle because of his mouth.

Muckraker’s grandfather used to say the three things that get a man in trouble are the mouth, the hands and the ‘member’. The hand does things to things and people. The mouth says things. And the ‘member’…we all know the David story. Molelle is a victim of his mouth.

Nka! Ichuuuuuuuuuuu!

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