The week is just halfway gone and the drama has been epic.
On
the political front, our crafty, conniving and thieving politicians
have been coalescing around ‘common goals and values’ and
forming ‘coalitions’ as we gear up to the next general (s)election. Of
course the different factions all have a common goal which is to rape
and plunder the country when they get to positions of control. So what
they have been doing is choosing the most compatible
thief and the coalitions are just collusions between tribal chiefs
towards shared vices guised as amalgamations between shared values.
Tribe
is the bargaining chip here and if you do not hold the promise of an
ethnic voting bloc, your clout is minimal and the chances
that you’ll be of much value to the main ‘horses’ are as that of laying
a twilight girl on credit. Mandarins that were on each other’s throats
just a week ago are now tightly embracing and salivating at the thought
of capturing power and ‘enhancing national
unity.’ Anyway the electorate gets what it deserves and since we keep
on (s)electing the same blood clot bagas and I can bet my little finger
we will still do that again, let me rest my case. Hopefully His Imperial
Majesty (HIM) will open our eyes and vote
in the lesser devil from amongst the lot.
On
a personal front it has been a good week and a half where I butter my
bread as I have had the opportunity to discard my usual
tools of trade for a ‘special adviser’ role on a new innovative
product. It has been fun strutting my nutty self around helping
colleagues and looking down cleavages at the same time (men can
multitask of course) with no time-frames and schedules to adhere
to.
But
of course when Rasta makes a progressive move wicked men (and women)
are red-eyed and I have had to endure the scornful stares
and bitching from some who maybe thought they were better suited for
the role. Rasta is love though so I tried to execute the duties
diligently to all and sundry given the basic Rasta tenet of ‘all are
equal in the eyes of His Majesty.’ It’s all done now so
back to my boring routine but in all things, thanks and praise to
Providence is a must.
Rastafari Bless!
