TINKHUNDLA GOVT AT PLAY

Sir,

Razor-sharp ribs protrude like a razor wire from a thin reed emaciated body. Fat-starved flesh stuck on skeletal bones like superglue, paining even the hardest of hearts.

The loud features give a clear calculation of the extent of hunger days. Lying in the dirt, disoriented, wobbly hands move expertly, scrapping for food, rummaging in a gleaming, rich but overturned dustbin. Mongrels watch by the sideline, fascinated and marvelling at such a spectacle. But deep down, jealousy is at play, harmoniously soothing their malnourished innards.

Flies fly around happily, gloating at the frail hand swatting them. Maggots swell with anger at the malnourished object that is bound to snatch away their sumptuous buffet. Hate imprisons their greedy, selfish bowels. The Tinkhundla government is at play.

Suffering

Hunger tears at his stomach, impatient hands toss them away. Helter-skelter they run away like cowards, grumbling like the long suffering emaSwati.
Princess Sikhanyiso’s voice of reason sounded like a calm breath of fresh air to the heavily taxed emaSwati, who are left to scavenge and fight for food with mongrels. The way I see it, in our beautiful Eswatini, prisoners live a very comfortable, cozy and a better life compared to most tax-paying emaSwati.

Three meals a day, a hot bath daily, a bed or lousy sponge with six loose blankets to keep warm, a uniform and toiletries; which for many unemployed, poverty-stricken, lowly paid, orphaned and vulnerable, and older generation of emaSwati is a luxury they yearn and can die for. No wonder many end up committing even the silliest of crimes so they can be behind bars and be well fed.

Destroyed

Analytically, hunger and poverty have destroyed their Ubuntu to the core. In pursuit of a better life, the young folk become ‘Betty comes to town’, chasing after the good life at night but alas, this destroys their lives even further. They end up contracting HIV/AIDS in the process. On empty stomachs, they feed their immune system with the poisonous and cancerous ARVs.

Government watches insensitively, unconcerned of at least disbursing their poison with food parcels.
For a small country with a 70 per cent poverty-stricken population, it is such a shame when it is categorised as a middle-class country and a pulpit of Africa. Where is the Christianity they profess to uphold yet the minority bogubhela kwesabo?

VAT

It is funny as their dogs eat better than the heavily taxed majority. Many small businesses have crumbled as a result of VAT. Through monopolies, high electricity charges, they have sent us even deeper than hell. In pain and suffering, we have squirmed while those who dare stand up and fight for what rightly belongs to them end up like cheap people, lusting after and succumbing to lousy chicken dust.

Tattered clothes adorn HIV ravaged bodies, while government swings comfortably in its snug, swivel comfy chair unconcerned. A voice of reason bellowed, giving hope to many emaSwati and social media was abuzz and wished Princess Sikhanyiso was the Prime Minister.

They surmised that the Prime Minister, Ambrose M Dlamini, had shackled them insensitively. Tick, tock, hunger, strife and death are a blanket that is a lullaby to many, long suffering emaSwati.

Slow

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