Thaaka! It's Kenneth Koma's "Mene-mene tekel upharsin!"

Looking at the situation of today, one wonders what the late Dr Kenneth Shololo Goabamong Koma, leading Botswana political player and analyst, would have said about the recent political developments and the resulting changed political landscape, the emergence of a radicalised group from within the loins of the ruling Botswana Democratic Party, a party which most of his life he charged with backwardness and obscurantism.

Koma always maintained that the BDP was held together by Go Ja meaning that they were welded together by corruption and their love of ostentation, and that party's leadership propensity to covert state funds for private ends. Koma maintained that in time ruthless and rapacious competition would erupt leading to the fracturing of that party. Would he now, have conceded that his diagnosis was not only spot on but that the developments also advanced the balance of political forces?  Most of his life Koma predicted the eminent end of the neo-colonialist leadership in Botswana. He believed that Botswana, just like every country everywhere else on earth, was subject to immutable historical laws of development, dialectic which would sooner or later catch up with her, "There comes a moment in the life of every nation, when people re-think the thoughts they have always believed, and when that moment comes nations make a turn, breaking completely with the past", was his favourite expression.

Koma's life's work was a devotion to the complete transformation of what he called feudalist Bechuana (Botswana) into a modern democracy of equal citizens whose economy would be characterised by equitable distribution of wealth.  Most of his ideas were not just sneered at by the ruling elite, but rejected as out-rightly unworkable. He never despaired though, but acknowledged that the BDP borrowed some of his thoughts, albeit, with studied corruption of their core tenets. Would he say today that he has been vindicated in every way and that it is now "Mene mene tekel upharsin"? Or that the writing is on the wall, signalling the BDP endgame? Or would he say that what is happening is merely the elaboration of the dialectic and a vindication of the old saying that 'everything carries the seeds of its own destruction'. In considering this I am particularly reminded of that great son of our country, in life vilified and condemned for eating Kabu or putting Magwinya in his pocket, wearing shoes without sock et cetera, ad infinitum. As if those bourgeoisie values were all that mattered to the lives of thousands of our people living under poverty datum line.  I am reminded of the stature of that  personality larger than life; a first grade writer, a seasoned rhetorician and politician, a great orator and teacher and a fine dialectician, Dr Koma, a man whose later life disagreements, seems to have blemished his fame. Many years ago in his heyday, Koma said the second phase of the African Revolution had begun. He was making a review of Africa's tortured march from slavery, right through capitalist exploitation of basic commodity production to nationalist agitation and armed conflict following the second world war, to the most hallowed declarations of freedom. Koma was not satisfied with what he called the independence of hoisting a flag and the singing of national anthems. He believed that independence should not only be political but economic and cultural as well. He was suspicious of the illusive Uhuru that led to repressive states of 'equitable distribution of poverty' in most of post independence Africa. 

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