stwita
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- Feb 14, 2011
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New Constitution or not, One Government, two or three, this country will never ever be the same again, for better or for worse.. By the time we finish the melee of making our supreme law, the existing camaraderie, albeit greatly injured and weakened, between the mainland and isles cousins, will have been greatly severed, the bitter sweet relations between the ruling party and the opposition will become even bitter, there will be factions within parties. We will even have divisions in terms of which side of the Indian Ocean we hail from, how many governments do we want.
Not that any of this debacle necessarily adds value to the constitution we fantasise about or help to move forward the process, no, we are all selfishly interested in feeding our egos and engrossed by the clamour around muungano, who signed the articles, who ratified it, who holds the copyright patent and all, we see no sense of national unity at all. We are all witnesses to the on going sibling like rivalries, infantile behaviours and attitudes reminiscent of I am ruling this country, I am right you are all wrong, by the way I founded the two governments Union and it is here to stay, and there are also cries of foul, I did not consent to the Union, why , even the signatures are missing and yours are fake, so I am right and you are wrong, you have been cheating all these years, I want my power back and I'm so gonna get it, stop me if you can! Further down the line a giant sleeping lion stirs from her sleep and growls, what are you all on about that you dare wake me from my sleep? How long have I slept anyway, dead you say? I never died. Excuse me what did you just call me? Tanza what? Last time I checked my name was Tanganyika, I want it back and all its trimmings, you will give it to me so help me God.
I mean, take a look at the manner in which we are eagerly trading insults in Dodoma, in the social media, in the streets, in our workplaces, in schools, offices, pubs etc defending our different positions on the Union, government systems etc. Only that the legitimacy of the Union we are busy bickering about is now purportedly dubious, and we party on, we tweet on it, we scream over it............,
I just woke up to find my voice hoarse today after I spent the night battling with my partner , it was an unrefereed screaming match, none of it over family matters, we had fun bickering over muungano, even the kids joined it after the ruckus we created robbed them of their sleep. The team grew larger, the more the merrier, and the match got more serious, we had one side opposing the other, the more insults one one could hurl at the other and the more pain inflicted all the more fun. Voices grew louder, one neighbour joined in, then another, in a flick the whole street was there, somebody brought some booze and am sure I got a whiff of grass being smoked somewhere. The more booze flowed incessantly, the more we all jeered, screamed and traded obscenities over muungano till the wee hours of the morning. Given the qualms on the legitimacy of the articles of the Union or the lack of some of them and the hullabaloo over the authenticity of the signatures of the pioneers of the Union or the lack of them called for more booze and expletives. In our gaiety we squabbled on who had the audacity to forge Mwalimu's signature, when, how and why? And who came up with the idea of forging dead people's signatures anyway? Some of us opined that somebody will have to be to taken to the ICC sooner or later, and why don't we create our own African version of the ICC? Bottom line is the circus has moved from Dodoma to our very own neighbourhoods, pubs, schools, workplaces etc, whatever these guys are smoking there in Dodoma is not good for them or us and it is infectious as it is addictive.
Whether we make, safely, it to the referendum and beyond or we are stuck at bickering over the union, one thing is for sure, things will never be the same again, neither in the mainland nor in Zanzibar, some deep feelings which have dormant for half a century have been now been stirred, we are brewing an immense disaster, one that needs to be contained in every way possible to save this country from a great disaster.
And the slogans Tanzania Kwanza, Zanzibar Kwanza, etc do not help matters. I have to hand it over to whoever opened this can of worms, for whatever reasons they had, now the can is open and all these worms bore deep into our heads and hearts consume our very lives. The remarks we hear made daily in the Bunge la Katiba might cost this country 50 or so years of peace and tranquility. I mean we are looking at 50 years anniversary of the union and we decide to suffer a midlife crisis, and of all the ways to suffer a midlife crisis we settle on an identity crisis, whether our parents were legally married or not? C'mon, get serious buddies!!
Not that any of this debacle necessarily adds value to the constitution we fantasise about or help to move forward the process, no, we are all selfishly interested in feeding our egos and engrossed by the clamour around muungano, who signed the articles, who ratified it, who holds the copyright patent and all, we see no sense of national unity at all. We are all witnesses to the on going sibling like rivalries, infantile behaviours and attitudes reminiscent of I am ruling this country, I am right you are all wrong, by the way I founded the two governments Union and it is here to stay, and there are also cries of foul, I did not consent to the Union, why , even the signatures are missing and yours are fake, so I am right and you are wrong, you have been cheating all these years, I want my power back and I'm so gonna get it, stop me if you can! Further down the line a giant sleeping lion stirs from her sleep and growls, what are you all on about that you dare wake me from my sleep? How long have I slept anyway, dead you say? I never died. Excuse me what did you just call me? Tanza what? Last time I checked my name was Tanganyika, I want it back and all its trimmings, you will give it to me so help me God.
I mean, take a look at the manner in which we are eagerly trading insults in Dodoma, in the social media, in the streets, in our workplaces, in schools, offices, pubs etc defending our different positions on the Union, government systems etc. Only that the legitimacy of the Union we are busy bickering about is now purportedly dubious, and we party on, we tweet on it, we scream over it............,
I just woke up to find my voice hoarse today after I spent the night battling with my partner , it was an unrefereed screaming match, none of it over family matters, we had fun bickering over muungano, even the kids joined it after the ruckus we created robbed them of their sleep. The team grew larger, the more the merrier, and the match got more serious, we had one side opposing the other, the more insults one one could hurl at the other and the more pain inflicted all the more fun. Voices grew louder, one neighbour joined in, then another, in a flick the whole street was there, somebody brought some booze and am sure I got a whiff of grass being smoked somewhere. The more booze flowed incessantly, the more we all jeered, screamed and traded obscenities over muungano till the wee hours of the morning. Given the qualms on the legitimacy of the articles of the Union or the lack of some of them and the hullabaloo over the authenticity of the signatures of the pioneers of the Union or the lack of them called for more booze and expletives. In our gaiety we squabbled on who had the audacity to forge Mwalimu's signature, when, how and why? And who came up with the idea of forging dead people's signatures anyway? Some of us opined that somebody will have to be to taken to the ICC sooner or later, and why don't we create our own African version of the ICC? Bottom line is the circus has moved from Dodoma to our very own neighbourhoods, pubs, schools, workplaces etc, whatever these guys are smoking there in Dodoma is not good for them or us and it is infectious as it is addictive.
Whether we make, safely, it to the referendum and beyond or we are stuck at bickering over the union, one thing is for sure, things will never be the same again, neither in the mainland nor in Zanzibar, some deep feelings which have dormant for half a century have been now been stirred, we are brewing an immense disaster, one that needs to be contained in every way possible to save this country from a great disaster.
And the slogans Tanzania Kwanza, Zanzibar Kwanza, etc do not help matters. I have to hand it over to whoever opened this can of worms, for whatever reasons they had, now the can is open and all these worms bore deep into our heads and hearts consume our very lives. The remarks we hear made daily in the Bunge la Katiba might cost this country 50 or so years of peace and tranquility. I mean we are looking at 50 years anniversary of the union and we decide to suffer a midlife crisis, and of all the ways to suffer a midlife crisis we settle on an identity crisis, whether our parents were legally married or not? C'mon, get serious buddies!!