Dear Mmuso - When they said �oketsa madi� they meant salaries, not coin size!
Keletso Thobega | Wednesday March 12, 2014 15:07
When those white people claimed that Batswana are unhappy, I suspect they meant our civil servants. I have noticed that nowadays they walk with their heads down and shoulders slumped. As much as passion should propel them to keep at their work, we all know that passion is overrated.
Passion alone will not pay your bills or help you build your dream house; money will. With cost of living ever increasing, but with no salary increase, things are getting harder for them. I bet some just go to work for the sake of it. Don’t most people here?! It’s a case: Better the peanuts than nothing at all!
Oh, poor civil servants. They are stressed and often angry. For example, don’t mention ‘four’ in their presence. They might eat you alive. However, when you mention sixteen their eyes light up and their ears dance.... Sixteen could be 16%!
Life is tough for our dear civil servants. They are struggling to pay high rents, buy groceries, pay school fees, service loans, clothe themselves etc. Some have quit drinking because you were killing them with the alcohol levy!
I especially feel sorry for men who can’t afford concubines. When you earn little money things like keeping a small house become a luxury. A small house does a splendid job she will never be publicly applauded for as the ‘home away from home’ so she has to be rewarded handsomely. When a man draws up a financial budget he has to include his small house. If he doesn’t give her ‘something’ at the end of the month he’ll be in hot water.
The small house might spill the beans of their affair to his wife, run to the tabloid newspapers or plaster details of their shenanigans all over social networks. No normal man wants such drama. The best thing is to take what you want, and give her what she wants. Here, it’s called madi a melora. The ‘melora’ can mean anything from a wad of cash notes, to door frames, salon visits, shopping trips, to buying her a car or building her a house.
Your charges dear Mmuso have created problems for many men. Some of your charges buy their concubines cars and build them two-and-a half houses. I see that they are taking the National Housing Policy seriously and have established their personal Turn Key projects.
Civil servants struggle to keep up with marena on their peanut salaries. Instead, they’ve been relegated to being airtime vending machines. All they hear is: Tlherra nzamela foo. The airtime is used to call the big boys, not them, small boys balling on a budget. Many local women, especially the prettiest, don’t like broke or stingy men. If you’re stingy you will sexually starve or wind up with a plain lady. In the latter case you convince yourself that it doesn’t matter as you hammer the body not the face, as you duck and dive with an Akhona look-alike.
Some local girls talk a lot. They don’t only regale one another with sizes of “jewels” but bank balances and financial habits too. If you are broke word will go around and they will avoid you like a plague. They will call you names your parents didn’t give you, like Tinto. If you are lucky enough to bed them but don’t offer madi a melora, you will smell her like an onion after that. But don’t dare tell her you don’t have money. You’re bound to be given a dirty look that seems to say: Busa monate wa me! If you have bad luck, you’ll find yourself cooling your buttocks in a prison cell after being accused of rape.
Why do you think some men are knee-deep in debts? It’s because of these girls with wide hips, protruding buttocks, buxom breasts, smooth skin, and their melora! But then again, where’s the fun in living if a man can’t enjoy a simple pleasure like the body of a nice luscious woman?!
You see Mmuso, your children are suffering! Life is bleak. Perhaps you should consider increasing their salaries!