It’s a hot seat. The DCEC, is where career dreams go to die. No one is happy there. If you have never been fired or resigned, go to the DCEC. You will surely experience one of the two. None of the guys I worked closely with there 10 years ago, is still there. Well, if they are there, then they are hiding somewhere. The young men and women there look like they are 200-years-old. I will not say much of older ones, to avoid offending cultural sensitivities. These are qualified and otherwise competent people. But life is hard. The agency is toxic. I look at them harass suspects, some my clients. The negative energy and bile is a manifestation of a stress disorder. I can’t help but bleed for them. I digress.
Just the other day, Ernest Mosate was transferred to the DCEC as Deputy Director General. There were obviously some hopefuls there. The stress levels would have hit the high notes. But Ernest Mosate had to go there, I guess. The system is hoping that he is the cure to embarrassing stories, like that of Agent Butterfly which have led to an intractable mess. The very mess, Katholo is now called to clean. But, can he?
