It’s sometimes better to shut the hell up. Yes, I said it! Kazenambo Kazenambo did all he could to derail his comrade Hage’s chances with his loose tongue and psycho outbursts. I don’t know how Jerry Ekandjo could stand for such high office while he is renowned more for his gaffes and his singing than for his hard work. His hangers on or handlers also went to extremes to run their mouths and had nothing good to say or sing during the campaign. Afterwards they had to, tail between the legs, accept their failure. A reader recently asked Elijah Ngurare, in an SMS, what intellectual stupidity means? Eish!
Too old doesn’t have a meaning in Swapo: Some of the reshuffled ministers are so old they could tell you what Noah was wearing the day he led them into the ark. Some can’t walk properly and simply don’t have the energy needed for a high octane job to fulfill all the duties expected of a politician in the 21st century. If the party at the helm is hamstrung by a bunch of old farts who don’t know Facebook from a boot in the face, how can the country move forward?
Too young is still a curse: Juliet Kavetuna only got a deputy minister job and Pohamba Shifeta was overlooked for the geriatric comrade Jerry for the Youth Minister’s job. So, that portfolio is only good enough for demoted comrades and elderly youth?
Knuckle down: Maybe the stars were just aligned for Hage because I can’t really say he knuckled down. You can’t really knuckle down when you remain in the air. Netumbo Nandi- Ndaitwah is the sparkling example of this. She’s done a rather OK job at Environment and Tourism. You also got the feeling that she made an effort to understand the issues in that sector. It’s more than you can say about many of her colleagues. Some are so caught up in the inner party policrobatics that their paid for jobs suffer. As a result ministries go to the dogs; you could smell Katutura hospital from the Swapo headquarters, schools that were built in the early 90s still do not have electricity, teachers bay for blood and soldiers stand on their heads and whistle ‘Haleluja’ through their anuses when their minister gets another portfolio.
Not even relaxer will save you when it’s not your time to eat: Pendukeni Iivula Ithana found this out in a disastrous way. A full girlie makeover, some glossy campaign material, several appearances on NBC (actually nauseatingly regular) and, I’m sure, some grassroots winking and nudging and all she could show for it was just over 60 lousy votes. Even her beating the shit out of the gender card only got congress attendees to give that new hairdo one look and say, hell no!
It’s a fact that some ministries are just an afterthought: Gender Equality is one. How do you otherwise explain someone failing so spectacularly at Home Affairs not getting arrested but getting another chance as a minister. Remember, Home Affairs doesn’t have passport books during the time of the year when most people want to travel. It’s like pharmacies only dishing out Panados. Oh, so you say that happened? OK, another example: It’s like NamWater not having any water. It’s like going to Single Quarters and there’s no kapana. It’s like Windhoek Lager running out of Windhoek Lager because of poor management and the managers expecting to be transferred to Tafel Lager. Youth is another afterthought. Just check who was entrusted with that portfolio.
Nujomas rule: Of all Jerry’s hangers on, who got promoted? Don’t play! For those who rejoiced after the Swapo congress and wrote the Nujoma dynasty’s eulogy, think again. The Nujomas are like that turd that you just can’t get flushed. It just pops up again.