THE first Bunge session for the United Republic of Tanzania, for the year, has started and it has been spectacle. The spectacle is new but the degree of chaos definitely is Nguvu mpya.
I’ve said we should have a Bunge Movie awards. Maybe it is time to actually put this in the works. Have it sometime in December. I’m currently in serious talks with potential sponsors because all this performance should not go unnoticed.
But really, how could you miss it? The chaps were at it this week and it started simply enough. One minute they are discussing some important stuff about development and whatnot, then everything went up in smoke. Hojas were given and hojas were discussed as well as other matters one may deem irrelevant, came into play.
Cousin Lissu showed his comprehensive knowledge of the Bunge ‘muongozo’ by pointing out all the points that prohibit false information being told in Bunge. The parliament of the United Republic shall not be a place of blatant lies. Let the record show that he has in fact, never been a patient of the good Doctor. He merely acted as their lawyer, for free, and they should not tell lies.
The good Doctor called cousin Lissu inconsistent and rebuked him cutting all friendly ties he had created. They will no longer be friends. They will no longer share a cold brown bottle after a hard day’s work solving the problems of wananchi in Bunge. Cousin Mnyika and cousin Mdee played like tag-team champions.
But they were no match for Uncle Maghembe who managed to get his word in as well and block all hojas questioning him. Who are they to question him? The project we have yet to see take off is going on very well. The end. Or should I say, the beginning.
Cousin Nassari tried to get his two shillings in but was quickly told to hush up. He only joined the big boys the other day. He is yet to pass through the rite of passage to fully become a loud and disruptive member of parliament. Then and just then, someone hollered, as if he was in Manzese calling for mama lishe, that ‘they’ should go out.
And just like that, the ‘they’ went out. Then the ruling party goons started chanting the ruling party name. Then the chanting moved from the clear ruling party name calling to moaning of some kind. The moaning could be best described like a cow in deep distress.
Then Bunge was brought to an end for that day. The end. For that day. Then the propaganda talk started. Each side blaming the other for the chaos and wanting the wananchi to see it all. There was also talk of the elections set for 2015 even though we have only just begun 2013.
I bet if you took them aside and asked them what the fiasco was about, they would not be able to explain it. If you asked a mheshimiwa to explain it to a class of 10 years olds exactly what was the point of that show, he wouldn’t be able to.
Meanwhile, some shops at the Mwenge bus stop in Dar caught fire. Yeah it wasn’t as important as the Bunge fiasco and you may have missed it. The shop vendors, mainly of beauty products beside the bus stop, had to take matters into their own hands.
Images of them grabbing the fire hose and mistakenly directing the water into their own shops and not the fire were in media. They quickly got the hang of it and managed to put the fire out. They had to take matters into their own hands to protect themselves and they did. Maybe the wananchi will take matters into their own hands and put out the fire that is in the Bunge.
I can see it now, mobs of wananchi running up to the Bunge with a big fire hose and watering down the members of parliament who with all pun intended, are on fire.