A fairy-tale about politics
Let me tell you a fairy-tale. Once upon a time there was a man. He was a humble man, a good man, and he wanted to make the world a better place for everyone. So he ran for president, and he won, because the people believed he wanted to make the world a better place for everyone. But this was the last time he really saw the people, because he lived in a big house, moved in convoys, travelled in private planes and spent a lot of time out of the country, away from the clamorous and needy masses, sheltered by a horde of useful, subservient and astute advisors. And the advisors bowed, scraped and kneeled in front of the president, and they told him he was clever, and never disagreed with him, because there was no need, since he was so clever, and the man believed them, because who was he to doubt such clever advisors. So the man set about making the world a better place, and the man got richer, his advisors got richer, and they all agreed that it was only a matter of time before the masses would get richer as well. Then, one day, the man died, and to his surprise even the traffic police failed to clear the road straight into Heaven. He argued that he had made the world a better place for everyone, and it took some time to convince him otherwise, because he was so used to being told what he wanted to hear. See, this was a real story… more real than you think.
Camilla Hebo Buus, Editor Zambia Weekly