Charge Him For Refusing To Think

Desperate times, they say, call for desperate measures.
Bob Mugabe has been conned and scorned. Big time.
A woman by the local name of Nomatter Takira, a fetish priestess( an ancestral medium) of a sort needed money, a lot of it, in cash-strapped Zimbabwe. Like everybody, she knew where the money was in the land- under the mattresses and in the pockets of the ZANU-PF apparatchiks.
So. She devised a plan of action to get what she wanted.
And got it she did- a solid million dollars, Obama dollars I mean!
So what was her plot?
She got for herself a can of diesel(fuel), a hosepipe, a hungry and desperate young man and set off for one of the huge boulders that adorn the environs of the provincial town, Chinhoyi.
Once there, she dispatched the young man with the can to a hideout somewhere on the boulder away from the prying eyes of people .
The nozzle of the hosepipe was dragged to the top of the boulder. The other end was inserted in the can of diesel. Pretty soon precious diesel was gushing on top of 'magic' boulder when the pipe was opened. That done, she retreats to town to announce her magical conjugations to lieutenants of the strongman. This 'Good News' shortly after reaches Mugabe's ear, himself a son of the province, and he quickly sends senior members of his cabal for first hand evidence of the magical prowess of this new 'Ambuya Nehanda'.
With the young man in place 'the experiment' is repeated and Bob's envoys are awed into stupor as they see refined diesel gushing from the top of the said boulder. They return to Bob with the news that Zimbabwe's diesel woes are eternally over.
Days later, state house orders that Madam Takira be treated like a queen. And an amount of $1m is offloaded to treat her good on the finer things of life for her kindly helping Zimbabwe in her hour of need.
However the fact that diesel can only be obtained through a refinery process only began to dawn on some of the inner cycle of the Mugabe regime days later and another team was secretly sent to make a thorough check of the 'discovery'.
This week Mbuya Takira was charged for defrauding the state.
The question on many people's mind however is how could a whole state, including the presidency, be doped by something so obviously questionable.
My conclusion is that Mugabe and his cabal are clinically and criminally stupid.
Methinks Mugabe and his cabal should be charged in place of Nomatter Takira for gross stupidity.

The Essence of July

July. . .
The chiming tides of the semester of fast-paced permutations. . .
The end of the beginning and the beginning of the end. . . .
The offspring of contentment and dissonance. . . . .
The juxtaposition of introspection and retrospection. . . . . .
The interface of reflection and deflection. . . . . . .
The metamorphosis of contrasts. . . . . . . .
The midsection of goals. . . . . . . .

You & I

Look here little fancy lady in pompity kaba and slit
This is not the season for this sort of game
Playing hard to get whilst in my arms is so lame
Admit you have helplessly fallen for me
You and I have got to submit to the power of a moment meant to be
By the way I did dream about you last night
You admitted you were in love with me all right
Chasing me you did with such vigour in the nightly act
I saw your beautiful dance on the alter of our blissful pact
The helpless moaning of unbearable satisfaction
The glint in your eyes radiating streams of adoration
That is the abiding story about You and I no words can deny

War At The Side Of Obama

"This above all: to thine own self be true,

And it must follow as the night the day,

Thou canst not then be false to any man"

-- William Shakespeare

They say a picture speaks better than a thousand words.
When a dignitary in the person of the president of the United States of America visits our shores, one would expect our foremost statesmen to display a great sense of dignity and decorum in his presence. Alas that can not be expected of His I-Have-Got-To-Hog-The-Limelight, Mr Rawlings. The recent visit of Mr Barack Obama to our shores has once again exposed the hyper grandeur and uber narcissistic attitude of this man in the body politic of Ghana. The first picture showing Mr & Mrs Rawlings on the far left of President Atta Mills. The man is not pleased with his position far away from President Barack Obama. So he decides to do, errh, . . . something about that .

Look at the second picture. Mr Rawlings comes and literally drags Mr Kuffour from the side of Mr Barack Obama so that he can bask in the glory of the moment. In Mr Kuffour's own words Mr Rawlings was not happy that he, Mr Kuffour, was trying to upstage him. The funniest part of the whole episode is the expression of president Atta Mills. Click on the picture and see him literally in titters over the behaviour of Mr Rawlings, trying very hard not to fall down laughing like a hyena! Finally Mr Kuffour, ever the gentleman, obliges. Mr Rawlings then comes to take the coveted place on the right hand of Mr Obama in the process leaving his wives miles away. Even the expression of Mrs Rawlings shows that she is not amused by the unacceptable behaviour of her husband on this occasion. I guess a word or two was exchanged between husband and wife over this incident at home.

See president Atta Mills trying to signal Mr Kuffour not to take the shameful behaviour to heart. Isn't it hilarious what Mr Rawlings will do to draw attention to his freaking self! Such petty squabbles are not expected from somebody has been our president for almost two decades. In my opinion, by this singular childish act Mr Rawlings has single-handedly demeaned himself in the face of Mr Barack Obama and those around him. Mr Rawlings has proven once again that Mr Kuffour is indeed a better man than he is.

It is hard, really hard, to put a good man down!

Yesterday's Seeds Today's Harvests

Yesterday they laughed at me to scorn
When I attempted to warn them of the sting
Underneath the bonnets of the wayward skirts

Today I saw them in town
Grieving for one of their own
Who was frozen in a horizontal pose
Too late to change his prose

Impregnating Our Hope

There is a place deep within each of us
The fertile ground of solemn encounters
Our impregnated minds
The treasured mines
We carry within us the fertile womb of a prime virgin
The forest where the seeds of inspiration rush to grin
The priceless token
That we have taken
A renaissance waiting to enlighten
A new generation begotten
The enflamed weapons against our despair
The bosom of our triumphant spear
Our hope ascending
Joy abounding
We are on our way to where we dearly belong

The Dilemma Of A Married Man

The opportunity cost of being a married man, I have always thought, is the beautiful and juicy low-hanging fruit in Eden which you are forbidden from tasting.
My sincere assumption has been that most people consider marriage to be a permanence of the commitment between two people coupled with the blissful disallowance of any form of conjugal parallelism at all cost.
However from what I am seeing and hearing around me, I am fully persuaded that this unfortunately is not the reality of many married people.
So many married men and women are no longer sure of the necessity of commitment to their spouses. The ease with which many have abandoned ship is simply cowardly.
I would rather people stayed away from marriage than rush into something they are not willing to honour and fight for.
I pray that this persuasion of mine is not considered a prudish banter.
To me it is the right thing to do.
Cheers.

A New Moment Of Great Promise For Africa

"This is a new moment of great promise.
To realize that promise, we must first recognize a fundamental truth that you have given life to in Ghana: Development depends upon good governance. That is the ingredient which has been missing in far too many places, for far too long. That is the change that can unlock Africa's potential."
. . . President Barack Hussein Obama
(11 July 2009; Accra, Ghana)

I am a believer. Yes. I am really an odd B.E.L.I.E.V.E.R.

I am one of those who tirelessly believe in a promising future for Africa.

The future of Africa can indeed be as glorious as we, Africans, want it to be if we apply ourselves to work for it.

I am a believer in a new Africa. An exemplary Africa. An inspirational Africa.
There is really no reason why Africans can not rise up to the challenge of creating a better future for children and ourselves. This is Barack Obama's Africa.
Today's evangelistic speech delivered by president Barack Obama at Accra's International Conference Centre, in my view, is a poignant reminder to Africans everywhere to desist from the familiar excuses and blame games and embrace the old age principles that have worked in other places of the world.

May the inspiring words of Barack Hussein Obama rekindle hope in every African heart for a better tomorrow.

Yes we still can.

Come Sit With Me

In the midst of the nouveau riche crowd
At a swanky restaurant in Melville
An alluring dame sitting in a corner
Alone
Forlorn
Anxiety spelt all over her pampered countenance
With a practised glance she sizes up the gathered
Like a surveyor reading the contours of the surrounding
The discreet body language clear and unequivocal
I am available
Come and sit with me
Wondering if there be any other able to hear the prayer

Pheeeeeeew!

I have been away from this wall for some time now.
I needed to take a break to recharge my batteries.
Glad to say that I am back to blogosphere.
Hope every one of you is doing great.
Bless you all !!!