God save our motherland!

I am sitting here, a frustrated, angry man today. When I went to bed around midnight last night, I had planned that today I would be engaged in an economic activity fifty (50) kilometers away. I was supposed to get up at six (06.00 Hrs) a.m, and drive 50 Km to my destination. But alas, that was not to be.

A "church" service, conducted all night, through a loudspeaker, kept me awake until half past five (05:30 Hrs) this morning. As I lay in bed, unable to sleep, I kept writhing and cursing all political forces that have caused my country to be what it is today: the British Imperialists for imposing their rule on our country some one and half centuries ago; the same Imperialists for imposing their son-in-law, Seretse Khama on our country as President, through a possibly rigged election some half century ago; the corrupt establishment that has inherited the privileges bestowed by Imperialism on those that it left in charge of our country when it supposedly "gave us independence and retreated" in 1966.

What makes me absolutely mad is the fact that yesterday evening, an announcement was shouted out of a loudspeaker to the effect that today there would be a meeting at the traditional administrative center, the Kgotla, to prepare for the fiftieth independence day celebrations due later this year. In other words, the government workers who traveled from Gaborone, who are paid through my taxes, were in this town/village last night, nonchalantly awaiting the attendance of a citizenry that had been deprived of sleep, right in their faces! And in Gaborone, an unconcerned President Khama was having a nice sound sleep in the Tshaba Ntsa neighbourhood where not a sound of loud music could be made any time, day or night. And not very far from him, in the Parliamentary flats, a contented Haskins Nkaigwa MP was sleeping soundly, no doubt dreaming about how he would once more bring to Parliament, his motion to declare this country a "Christian" nation. And I couldn't sleep; the Christian "Haleluya" blaring from the loudspeaker and drilling itself right through my weary brains.

You see, in a country where there are no rules enforceable by law enforcement agents, backed by law courts accessible to the vast majority of citizens (who are overwhelmingly poor), CITIZENS CEASE TO HAVE ANY RIGHTS. Whenever your rights as a citizen are violated, and you report such violation to "authorities", you are merely encouraged to write or go to the president, who "will solve all your problems".  If by some miraculous stroke of luck you reach some official at the President's office, tea is put on the table. The first comment, and possibly the last, from the official is likely to be "being such an intelligent person, when are you going to join the (political) party?"

And so here I sit, fifty Km away from where I should be working, because I feared that I might capsize my vehicle on the way to work, for lack of sleep. God save our motherland!