When a new government comes into power, we expect it to suddenly, magically, solve all the problems left by the outgoing government and governments before it.
Where the outgoing government was a rogue establishment that left nothing right, not even Physics formulae, force over area, can explain the pressure on the new leader.
The new ruler cannot even start measuring the amount of damage they need to reverse, and the first few days are spent running away from such harsh realities.
This is precisely why newly elected leaders are always travelling and pretending to be cementing bilateral ties even when the prices of cement remain exorbitantly high. The ties they create are nooses on the necks of their countries, and Sue’s latest trip out of the village proved so.
When she visited Kabati, days after a rather spoilt prince threatened to grab my village at the scruff of its neck, Sue said that she was looking forward to collapsing the walls that stood between us and Kabati in such a way that there would be free trade.
Gitegi imports a lot of drunkards from Kabati, and the prospect of open borders was unwelcome to local drunkards.
Kabati has also had churches mushrooming every other week and Harold felt that collapsing the borders would bring him competition, especially because for the longest time he has abandoned his priestly duties so he could campaign.
The new head of the village has done well to leave her deputy, Clarissa, to handle internal affairs as Sue meets foreign powers, and also tours the region so she could identify the best routes for the importation of liquor.
She is enjoying the little holidays, and jaunts that she was not used to, but when they mount guards of dishonour, it reminds her so much of the treatment she had to endure under Harold when she lived in the brown house, Harold’s seat of power.
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On Monday Gitegi was set to celebrate its history and cultures, all of which have been drowned in Sue’s alcohol or watered down by Harold’s evil doctrines.
We remembered how the village changed from being a dictatorship into an autocracy when Harold decided that it should be so.
The good old days were when the priests were never seen in the shopping centre because they did not want to associate with sinners, especially one called John who claimed they could not even see him in their churches.
But Harold came and shifted the dynamics, saying that the best way to pull the drunkards out of the rut was by associating with them.
“When you go to Rome, you become romantic. When you go to Germany, you become a germ. Associate, be,” he said. So he turned into a drunkard.
When she comes back, we expect she will be jetting out almost immediately, a pattern that will continue for several months because the aim is to appear busy while doing completely nothing.