Watching the proceedings from the scorching terraces of the stadium, one would be greatly satisfied that this was indeed a colourful event that lived highly to its billing.
From different directions, denominations we emanated in readiness for yet a better blessing…thee celebration of the ‘birthday boy’.
Much as such occasions deserve a celebration of some sort it rather has to be noted that this is coming amid several hiccups that have rocked the nation as a whole. Suffice to say that we are a nation that is constantly facing problems and criticism from all sectors but holding such an exorbitant celebration at such a time is in a way an insult to the very many masses that are dying, crying, yearning for just a piece of bread in the remotes.
It has to be noted that we are not against the holding of celebrations for people growing older but it is the extravagance that comes in between that corrupts the whole event. At the end of the day a few overzealous souls might have benefitted largely from these celebrations at the expense of the very many millions.
During the underpants era such events were the order of the day and nobody raised a finger in protest or retaliation for fear of their dear lives. For over 30yrs we lived under such authority that had less regard for the masses and rather focused on hero worshipping, bootlicking.
Memories are so fresh of how the Youth Militia brutalised the people even at events and celebrations were the then president was in attendance, and yet all this went unexplained.
It was at such events where primary school going children were constantly denied of their educational rights under the pretext of preparation for events as such, and today it’s no difference yet we expect to build an educated nation.
Stories have been told and will continue to be told the amongst the future generations of how the first leader of the country was worshipped and turned into a semi-god by overzealous shrewd politicians till he drowned down the drain.
Today, the situation seems to be repeating itself though systematically ironed in order to suit the current democratic dispensation, with culture of sycophants, threats, refutes being are the order of the day lest we trail back.
Taking a glimpse at the chiefs stands and the open stands one could easily note the difference as rounds of snacks kept flooding the coverings whilst common rats had to do with the bottle of water and a chintuwisa, it was however not every other rat that benefitted.
Still, the people sat and farted on the terraces listening to the boring rhetoric amid cheers and jeers from opportunists as traditional dances took centre stage, but it was gule wamkulus Gologolo that mesmerized the hungry audience.
At the end of it all a lot of taxpayers money was extravagantly spent, considering the small khaki envelopes that kept circulating but also feeding and lodging for all these opportunists that came from all the four winds……yet the hospitals do not have basic pain relievers, lack of respect for the law, intolerance maybe such is the order for a perfect born day celebration.
As if that was not enough, the celebration had to be complemented by Greek salads, steam fried rice, pamphlet launch, flashy expo of crazy outfits all in the name of yet another old season.
Just like any other flashy occasion light moments also characterised the show.
After many had drowned their sorrows into a free booze spree, characters started to emerge as evidenced by some dancing antics from the ‘top dogs or whether to call them mipadre (galacticals).’
Just as tradition follows, the dance floor was opened by the newborn himself, I don’t know as to whether it was the little colostrums sucked or the inability to throw legs as he sluggishly stylishly zoned the floor whilst on the other hand it was evident that the young fresh package has a great potential for strictly come dancing as the works of ha bottom acknowledged themselves.
All in all different faces, races were rated, as common rats enjoyed embracing tradition whilst watching village boys chase the bloated condom yet the cats and dogs sank into merry
Such is the order of 2011.
