Dear Ndelu Seretse
Firstly, allow me, the son of a villager, to pass on greetings from the autochthons of the land of milk, honey and dust or Kodibeleng. Back in the village, an egg should not be deceived by the hardness of its shell, it cannot challenge a stone in a fight.?
There are some defeats more triumphant than victories, so the elders with cotton tuft hair, say.?In the village, it is unAfrican to look straight into the face of a man who is mourning but today, this villager will break tradition and look straight into your mournful face.?After all, you have become more European than African, so I do not think you will be offended.?This villager will, for once, ignore your cascading tears and even ignore that you are constantly using the back of your hand to wipe off tears and accompanying mucus.?
This is a painful crushing defeat and one that you and your Gaborone friends must learn to live with.?The sole reason why this villager has broken ranks with tradition is that you have carved yourself a distinct character as a darling of the city elites, on whose shoulders you are crying on during these days when you are sorrowful over your huge election humiliation on the hands of Kgotla Autlwetse.?Even the village soothsayer, the ageless autochthon of wisdom and knowledge says politics is not in you Ndelu.?You were pushed into it by the surname.?Politics is not in your blood.?Try being a pastor.?That is your area of artistry.?Secondly, the villagers understand you, since what you are doing after this monumental defeat is not new.?It has happened before in the village.?Once upon a time a man started a fight that he eventually could not stand.?Sooner rather than later, he was pummelled unconscious, with a combination of jabs, uppercuts and straight rights.?In the process he soiled himself.?
As he gained consciousness, he staggered and struggled to keep himself on jelly and wobbly legs but still shouted, “Where is he, I want to beat him silly.”?Onlookers had to restrain him from being further punished and embarrassed by his adversary who still stood fit and fresh.?This is the stage you are at this time.?Denial!?At this stage, you really need many reasonable people to calm you down and make you see that you were really beaten clean in this election and that you are standing on jelly feet.?
You need to be stopped from further embarrassing yourself.?Your political career is soiled and fetid.?Fetid, fetid, fetid!?Villagers are generally perceived as silly and naive by Westerners and those with Eurocentric ideology like you, Ndelu.?And, true villagers are not sophisticated to some extent but when it comes to African humanism, they are masters of sophistry and they know what they want.?You have largely missed that point Ndelu and lost the villagers’ trust through your misbehaviour.?You are now more part of Gaborone than Serowe.?
The villagers wonder why you have largely remained Gaborone project, when you should be aware in your intelligence or lack of it, that they are the one who sent you to parliament to be their advocate.
Tell me Ndelu, why did you abandon your constituents?
That day as you campaigned before TV cameras, you got excited and let your faculties off the sockets, and chided us the villagers, comparing our salaries with your dog’s allowance, as if your dog would vote for you.?Did your dog vote for you??What leader are you, who cares more about dogs than his electorates??You really love your dog.
