Escape this ‘Kakistocracy’

Turns out the latter are nothing but a bunch of mis-leaders who have the masses mesmerised with mere politicking. Now we are sitting here, with a situation in which the supposed managers have fast-degenerated into damagers, on the directives of even bigger damaging directors. And the least said about the supreme appointing authority, the better.

See, I always had a problem with colonisation. For instance, I always pondered how a group of maps guided Caucasian men would emerge from a ship, put the continent's men into perpetual drunken stupor, impregnate their wives, steal their cattle, and even claim some of the land for themselves.

I will not lie. My wine-craving, fruit-loving side had me on some clandestine investigation with the intention of uncovering the kind of hooch they might have served. Stuff so potent, it kept folks drunk for eons and even got passed-on through their genealogy. But now I get it. It was just plain, old lies. Thirty-two years after independence and Namibians are still drunk on lies. Treating the country's political sphere like a sport code and voting their choice of teams into the elite club – known as parliament.

Only for the moronic gang of team captains to collectively agree that the country is broke, hence no decent pay rise for the loyal workers. But, did the other aunty not proclaim that Swapo has 'all' the money. So, why the surprise as to where the money went?

Meanwhile, the opposition is out here, kamma opposing shite in solidarity with the masses. Opposing what? We all know that theirs are just opportunistic, electioneering tricks. We know that you know that Namibia has been enjoying marginal interest loans from the imperialist machinery called the International Monetary Fund – also known as the proponents of modern-day slavery. And getting that 'gwop' comes with a whole set of conditions, part of which is to send a big chunk of your civil servants into oblivion, in order to cut down on the wage bill.

Which presents a catch-22 situation for the mother of all screw-ups. Tell you what, if Namibia was one of those ladies who normally give names to all their furniture and household appliances from 'whistle the kettle' to 'Fifi the freezer', parliament would be the 'toilet pot' and state house, its top cover. Meaning, there is no other escape from this 'kakistocracy', but via this strike.

For context, a 'kakistocracy' is a government run by the worst, least qualified, or most unscrupulous citizens. And it is knowing that this word was coined as early as the 17th century, which makes the situation all the spookier. Yes, it is either that our leaders are near darn fossils, or we are unknowingly caught in an unending reincarnation.

Whatever it is, it was about to change. But no! It turns out that we are not any different from our beer-guzzling, wife-pimping, and land trading-forefathers. We thought, at least we managed to get Nevonga's attention. After, him fearing that Kavihuha might steal the show. And when the former called out the son of the nation, for that assertion that government will deploy a no work-no pay principle, we realised that the sleeves are rolled up. Eventually, many have awoken to the reality that they still have properly functional balls and that, ultimately, what may have appeared as a major annus horibilis (horrible year) for the workforce, may just get better. But the new deal sucks. Only the elite are toasting to that.

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