Mmegi

An imperial friend

We like to imagine ourselves as upright, self-sufficient creatures, striding boldly through existence on two sturdy legs of reason and resilience. This is, of course, a lie. Most of us are hobbling gently through the day, propped up by a quiet arsenal of crutches.

Some are socially acceptable.

Tea, for instance. A dignified porcelain inhalation of fortitude. “I’m not coping,” we insist, while clutching a steaming mug as though it contains the secret to stability. Coffee drinkers perform the same ritual, just faster and with more eye twitching.

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‘Fake’ drugs: A matter of life, truth and accountability

When claims of such gravity are made, especially by a sitting Assistant Minister they cannot be brushed aside, delayed, or treated as routine political noise. Even the Ombudsman has confirmed receipt of a report from a political party and a review of these complaints is now underway. That is a necessary first step. But it is only the beginning. The seriousness of the allegations demands urgency, transparency and clarity. The public is entitled to...

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