Showing posts with label coup d'etat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coup d'etat. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

State House Invaded!

State House Invaded!

‘What on Earth’s going on in Lusaka?’ I asked Kupela. ‘Last week on Monday there were reports that the army had State House surrounded! Was it an attempted coup d’etat or what!’
‘Most people believe that Cycle Mata collapsed, and the army was ready to protect the nation from any one of his self-appointed successors grabbing the reins of power.’
‘But did he really collapse?’
‘Of course not,’ she laughed.
‘So why do people believe it?’
‘Because the story appeared on Yapdog,’ laughed Sara. ‘Everybody used to think their stories were all lies, just cooked up to embarrass the government. But then a month ago the government closed it down. So now they think that all the Yapdog stories must be true, and it’s the Lapdog press that’s always telling lies. Since Yapdog was officially closed down it has trebled its readership.’
‘Half a minute,’ I said. ‘If the government closed it down, then how does Yapdog publish its stories?’
‘This is the Third World,’ laughed Kupela. ‘Governments are too inefficient to achieve their totalitarian ambitions, and their spooks start to blab after a couple of beers.’
‘So what’s the true story?’ I said. ‘Did the army really surround State House?’
‘Oh yes,’ she laughed.
‘Why?’
‘State House was being invaded.’
‘What!’ I exclaimed. ‘By the army?’
‘No, of course not. By the DEC, the Dumping Ecstasy Commission!’
‘So what was the army doing?’
‘It was preventing any ecstasy dealers escaping over the wall, which at State House makes a very large and potentially porous perimeter.’
‘How do you know all this?’ I asked in exasperation.
‘My boyfriend’s sister has a friend whose niece has three boyfriends in the Shushushu, so all her stories are seriously cross-referenced.’
‘Good gracious,’ I said. ‘So what is the real story? Why did the DEC invade State House?’
‘Because of this dude Brave Kangalala, who had been accusing the government of persecuting its political opponents and critics with bogus charges. Anybody they wanted to fix, claimed Kangalala, they would just invade their house and search it for 24 hours until they find some incriminating evidence.’
‘But that wouldn’t work if they don’t find anything.’
‘If they don’t find it then they just plant it,’ laughed Kupela. ‘That’s why they’re called the Dumping Ecstasy Commission.’
‘Now one day,’ explained Kupela, ‘this same Kangalala accused the government of corruptly winning the election by making fake promises. Furthermore, he suggested that their failure to implement their election promises strongly suggested that they were high on something, because they all seemed to be wandering around in a daze, appointing ministers one week and firing them the next.’
‘So they arrested Kangalala?’
‘No, they’re not quite as stupid as that. They invaded State House and conducted a search. They saw a good chance to make a nice show that they could also investigate government, and of course to show that the government is not corrupt.’
‘And what did they find?’
‘Of course they found from all the computer records that the accusation of election fraud was not correct. Kangalala had claimed that the government had promised more money in your pocket, but it was found that they had promised more money in our pocket. Similarly the promise to reform the judiciary turned out to be deform the judiciary. They had never promised to finalize the constitution, only to digitalize the constitution. They never said they would reduce the price of fuel, only reduce the subsidy on fuel. Rather than reducing the number of ministers they had promised to redouble the number of ministers. There was no evidence of fraud or false pretences.’
‘What about restoring the Barotseland Agreement?’
‘That turned out to be deploring the Barotseland Agreement.’
‘What about doing everything in 90 days?
‘That turned out to be doing everything in 90 decades.’
‘What about repealing the Public Order Act?’
‘That turned out to be retaining the Public Order Act.’
‘What about bringing the Freedom of Information Bill?’
‘That turned out to be burying the Freedom of Information Bill.’
‘Huh!’ But there still remains the little matter of creating five million jobs!’
‘They certainly promised that. But the DEC investigators found detailed plans to create 5,000 new civil service jobs in each of 1,000 new districts.’
‘And did they find any incriminating drugs?’
‘They did find a suitcase of suspicious looking pills under the bed of the medical doctor who was a relative of Cycle Mata. But according to the DEC report, these turned out to be Vermox de-worming tablets. The doctor had noticed that some horrible monstrous worms had wormed themselves into government, and she was planning a massive de-worming operation, beginning with the Cabinet.’
‘So they couldn’t arrest anybody?’
‘There was absolutely no evidence of fraud or corruption. According to the DEC report, the government was completely exonerated.’
‘I bet they thought of charging Brave Kangalala with something! Like causing public panic!’
‘But it was the army that caused the panic!’
‘They could have charged him with making false accusations that the government is corrupt.’
‘They wouldn’t want to risk arguing that in court,’ laughed Kupela.
‘How about charging him with planting ecstasy in State House?’
‘But the DEC didn’t plant any, so they couldn’t accuse him of that!’
‘How disappointing!’ I laughed. ‘They had to let him go!’
‘Don’t worry,’ said Kupela. ‘They’ll get him next time!’

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Coup d'Etat


Coup d’Etat

          It was late at night in the kitchen, but the Kitchen Cabinet was still discussing what to do with the country, now that they had accidentally taken control of it. As on previous evenings, the discussion seemed to be going nowhere.
          ‘The trouble is,’ said Dotty Scotty, ‘people want us to honour our election promises.’
          ‘That’s not the problem,’ growled the Great Bag of Maize. ‘The problem is that the opposition keeps reminding us of our election promises.’
          ‘Oh really?’ asked Feckless Shambles. ‘What were our election promises?’
          This high level intellectual discussion was suddenly interrupted by Cycle Mata, who had been sitting at the kitchen table playing with his jig-saw of Zambia. ‘I think I’ve got the answer,’ he said, as he moved one of the jig-saw pieces. ‘If I move Northern Province down to Eastern Province then all the Bemba will become farmers.’
          ‘Hurray,’ they all applauded politely. ‘What a strategist! What a genius! Another Napoleon come to lead us!’
          Cycle Mata was so encouraged by such high praise that he now slid Eastern Province to the edge of the table and let it drop down onto the floor. ‘And the Easterners can go down to Matebeleland, where my friend Robber Mugabby will know what to do with them.’
          But this remark failed to raise a second round of applause, and the kitchen fell quiet as Axe Chikwale reached for his whisky bottle.
          At last the Great Bag broke the silence. ‘What we need is a coup d’etat,’ he declared.
          Dotty Scotty opened one eye and scratched his dandruff. ‘My dear fellow, were you ever to consult a dictionary you would discover that coup d’etat means using force to illegally capture state power. It may perhaps have escaped your attention, but we have already captured state power.’
          ‘Obviously,’ sighed the Great Bag of Maize, with his usual contempt for the limited intelligence of the educated, ‘we shall not be the ones doing it. The coup d’etat will be mounted by the opposition. They have been calling us sleepy fools with no ideas and openly saying that they want to take over the government.’
          ‘So you want to let them do it?’ asked Dotty Scotty.
          The Great Bag slowly leant forward and took a large spoonful of caviar from the bowl in the middle of the table and plastered it onto a huge lump of nshima, which he then shoved into his sloppy cavernous mouth. Finally, after swallowing this generous slice of the national budget, he looked towards Dotty and said sarcastically ‘Rather than waiting for them do it, I thought it might be better to catch them while they are still planning it.’
          ‘And how are you going to catch them planning it?’ wondered Dotty.
          As he spoke, there was a loud snore from under the table, and the Great Bag angrily aimed a kick at the unconscious body of Eager Bungle, Minister for Home Invasions and Fishing Expeditions. ‘He’s been completely drunk,’ shouted the Great Bag of Maize, ‘since we allowed him to confiscate all the tujilijili. If I had his job I would have thrown all these coup plotters in jail months ago!’
          This remark seemed to divert Cycle Mata’s interest away from his jig-saw. ‘Great Bag of Maize, I hereby appoint you as Minister of the newly combined Ministry of Patriotic Fighters, Home Invasions and Fishing Expeditions. Eager Bungle now becomes the fourth Deputy Minister in the newly created Ministry of Alcoholic Rehabiliation.’
          ‘Hurray,’ they all cheered. ‘A new Napoleon to lead us out of national confusion!’
          ‘Give me another Napoleon tujilijili,’ said a slurred voice from under the table.
          ‘So what’s your plan?’ Dotty Scotty asked the Great Bag of Maize.
          ‘Tell us! Tell us!’ said Cycle Mata eagerly. ‘A plan! A plan! My kingdom for a plan!’
          ‘My plan is simple and three-fold,’ replied the Great Bag. ‘Firstly I shall have my army surround State House to shoot down the Bullet that the coup plotters fired last November in their attempt to assassinate our Beloved Leader.’
          ‘If it was fired last November, shouldn’t it have arrived by now?’
          ‘It was very slow moving. Intelligence information is that they used Bullet instead of Boom.’
          ‘And the second part of the plan?’
          ‘I shall have my army surround the opposition HQ in Lagos Road, and then send my bombers to destroy the inflammatory material they intended to use against the government.’
          ‘What inflammatory material is that?’
          ‘They have stolen medical records showing that three quarters of the Cabinet comes from Kasama.’
          ‘That information is surely incorrect,’ said Cycle Mata sternly.
          ‘They deliberately selected that information to mislead the public,’ explained the Great Bag. ‘It so happens that I weigh 750kg, whereas the combined weight of all the others in the Cabinet adds up to only 250kg.’
          ‘And the third part of your plan?’
          ‘As the coup plotters flee the bombs, they will be found guilty of attacking us as they hit their heads against our batons and rifle butts.’
          ‘Very good,’ said Cycle Mata. ‘This will teach the opposition not to tell lies about us.’
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          The next afternoon the Kitchen Cabinet was sitting around the kitchen table awaiting news of the coup d’etat. Suddenly the Great Bag’s phone rang. ‘Hallo? Hallo? You bombed what? Where? You eedjit, I said Lagos Road, not Lagos. What? Declared war? Oh My God!’
          He turned to the others. ‘Nigeria has declared war!’
          ‘Oh good,’ said Dotty Scotty. ‘This will unite the people against the common enemy, and we shall have to lock up all the subversive elements that might undermine national unity!’
          ‘Yes!’ said Cycle Mata. ‘We’ve got a plan at last!’