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MUCKRAKER is a huge fan of Court of Appeal President Justice Kananelo Mosito. That he carries an outstanding legal mind on his shoulders has never been in doubt. Even his colleagues – some of whom curse the ground he steps on – begrudgingly acknowledge he knows his stuff.

But there is a difference between a mind that knows the law and one that knows life. For months Justice Mosito has shown that he is a master of the law and a novice at the subject called life.

How else can we explain his willingness to be bludgeoned by Size Two over a position for which he did not even apply? For being the president of the Court of Appeal Justice Mosito has been clapped, kicked and shoved. All because the person who appointed him lost an election.

For almost a year now Size Two has been chasing the poor judge all over town. He says Justice Mosito is a beneficiary of the madness Uncle Tom suffered during his last days in office.

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On that one he may be right, although it may also be a case of a baboon calling a pig ugly. What gets Muckraker’s goat is that the poor judge actually thinks this is a battle he can win.

Not only that, he thinks after winning the fight he will get to work in peace.

 

The naivety here is astonishing. You see, there is nothing the judge can do to change Size Two’s heart. Size Two has not made it a secret that he wants him out pronto. He is neither scheming nor plotting against the judge. He is actively kicking the poor judge in the face while dragging him to the gate at the Palace of Justice.

Size Two has not only taken off his gloves in this fight, he has gathered weapons. He started counting Justice Mosito’s days in office from the day he walked back into the office after nearly three years in the political wilderness. As he said “I, Pakalitha Bethuel Mosisili do solemnly swear that I will serve the country…” he was already looking for ways to throw the judge under the bus.

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The sad part is that the judge doesn’t seem to realise that the outcome of this battle has already long been decided. He is playing a rigged game yet he thinks he still has a chance. This is where Muckraker says the judge is a greenhorn when it comes to life.

 

So what was the judge supposed to do, you may ask. The answer is that Justice Mosito should just vamoose. Not because he is incompetent or that he was not appointed properly. No. He should just hit the road because this fight is not worth it.

For starters, there can only be one loser in this battle and it’s going to be the judge.

Second, he is fighting a man with nothing to lose. Mosisili doesn’t give a rat’s behind what happens. As the battle drags on, thanks largely to the judge’s stubbornness, it is only the Mosito name that is being dragged in the mud.

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Dirt has already started being thrown at him. They are pelting him with manure. His secrets are being sold in the streets of Maseru like moreana.

We did not know that he used to forget to file his tax returns until he refused to be yanked out of office. Bit by bit Size Two has been pricking the judge. Now he has set vicious dogs him.

Justice Mosito’s mistake has been to think this is a contest of equals. It is not and never will be. You don’t need to have reached Standard Six to see that the judge has taken a knife to a gunfight.

 

When the battle started the judge rushed to the courts to launch a plethora of cases. In the cases he accused the man from Tseolike of violating the law and acting unprodedurally. All of which might have been enough to spoil a reputation were he fighting a different opponent.

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Size Two doesn’t give a hoot what is said about him because he has been called worse things. To call him a prime minister who violates procedure is actually a compliment.

In any case, there is no reputation to protect because it is either already squandered or, if there are remnants, it is of no use to him because he will not be seeking re-election. Remember too that Size Two is more interested in achieving what he wants and not what people say about him.

Justice Mosito cannot afford to be aloof to what people think about him. He still wants to be seen as an astute lawyer with an impeccable reputation. To preserve what remains of his reputation he should just throw in the towel and go back to his law firm to work on more important things.

In fact, he should have done that as soon as he saw Size Two charging at him like an angry bull. Then he would have been remembered as a judge who was hounded out of office. He would have been remembered as a poor judge who fell victim to political machinations. History always judges victims of political shenanigans favourably.

 

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It would have been fathomable if Justice Mosito had at least won the battle on his own turf: the courts. Sadly, he lost horribly.

First the Constitutional Court told him to go hang. Then last week the Court of Appeal, the very court he leads, told him to find somewhere to play. His colleagues were particular scathing in their assessment of his case.

They tore him to pieces as if he was not one of their won. You could literally touch their contempt for his case. With his legal options exhausted the judge will still have to face Size Two who in addition to the power now has the law on his side.

Justice Mosito cannot say he was not given a chance to fight for himself. Armed with two judgements in his favour Size Two can gloat to his zealots that he is doing the right thing. The judge has been hoist by his own petard.

There is no ‘Lazarus moment’ for him. Henceforth he is at Size Two’s mercy. All this happened because the judge failed to read the game. He tried to fight a political battle using legal tools.

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What is galling is that he was probably correct in his assertions that he is being targeted. He might as well continue to use the same claim to explain his troubles.

But having given his opponent an opportunity to be vindicated by two court judgements the judge is no longer in a position to shout as loudly as he would have done had he merely allowed himself to be pushed out politically.

The lesson: not all battles have to be fought. Sometimes victory is in giving up.

That is life, not law. Only aunty Muckraker can teach you that.

 

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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”.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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“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?

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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.

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