Parliament will never be the same again!
Keletso Thobega | Tuesday November 4, 2014 15:32
Anyways, back to Parliament. I’m unhappy that we now have even less women than in the previous years. I have concluded that Mmuso dislikes women. But that’s an issue for another day.
My eyes however lit when I noticed that there are several younger handsome faces in Parliament. You see dear reader; I am an intellectually, and visually stimulated creature. I appreciate fine-looking things, so help me God! With all these hunks in our midst, rest assured, Parliament will never be the same…
Firstly there is the deliciously handsome Duma Boko. Add his intelligence, eloquence and poetic oratory and you have the pin up boy of local politics. His boyish looks would make a Fire church girl scream ecstatically. He is also quite charming. He seems like a man who can serenade a lover with Shakespeare lines like, “Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly at your service...”
His fiancée is a lucky lady. When they finally wed, the weeps won’t be about being touched by the romantic glitz of it all, but over the loss of yet another eligible bachelor to matrimony!
Then there’s Ndaba Gaolathe. He isn’t only cute but is also smart and calm. I will never forget the time when he was asked where his party manifesto was during a television interview, and he responded that it was in his heart. Ha!
There’s something attractive about an idealist man; someone who instills hope and fuels aspirations. Ndaba also has a good boy appeal; the kind of man all mothers would want as a son-in-law. He seems like chivalrous and empathetic man.
For some odd reason, he sometimes reminds of those Jehovah’s Witness guys I always see around town spreading the word of God. He has an irresistible goody-goody charisma that would make a bad girl turn good in an instant.
And then there’s motlotlegi Kgosi Tawana Moremi. It’s difficult to ignore his rugged looks and swag. Considering the alleged reports of him throwing out of tipsy girls from a moving vehicle in the dark, bashing slurs and smashing cameras, it’s evident that he’s King of his Castle.
When I was a youngster, whenever a boy proposed a girl he would twist her arm until she said ‘Yes’, not because she liked him, but rather, wanted relief from the inflicted pain. Motlotlegi looks like that type; he doesn’t come across as a man who would take No for an answer. Besides, you know what they say about irascible men…
I have even cut out pictures of these hotties from the Mmegi newspaper. What am I going to do with them? The same thing men do with pictures of Page 3 and Playboy models.
My editors’ shouldn’t be too surprised if I suddenly beg to be a political reporter. I can already imagine myself dressed in my best dress and heels, trekking to Parliament in the scorching sun. As I listen in on the robust debates and diligently scribble down my notes, I would steal glances at the hotties and swoon.
I think it would be a good idea to stage a faint. Yes, just tiptoe further down the platform and then topple over.
Since I’m a heavyweight, I would probably need several strong men to lift me up. Hopefully, it would be Boko, Ndaba and Tawana.
I can already see the newspaper headlines: MPs heroically rush to help fainted journalist. I would act like a damsel in distress, and moan like a hungry cat, while they fan my face.
I know that some of you are breaking into a sweat or getting ready to call me derogatory names but I won’t let any bitterness and frustration spoil my fantasy. As expected, it’s probably the ugly and insecure ones who already have their knickers in a knot. Ha, jealously is the freedom of fools! I know that most ladies and gays agree that the new crop of Parliamentarians are hot, but are too shy to admit it.
I would like to thank Batswana for not only voting for intelligent and educated folk, but also handsome men. Lo tshwere moono tota!