The Minister

The mister

By fiifi DZANSI

People change their personalities before they run for a public office.

“Hello, good morning. How are you and your family today?” They ask anyone they meet in the neighbourhood.

Also, they may spend much time doing philanthropy work – patching up potholes and sometimes engaging in communal labour.

From there, it becomes evident they care about others.

Then they win the elections and find a seat in parliament.

This is where it all ends.

Next time you see them, they are in a fully air-condition Toyota V8 Land Cruiser with a motorcade ahead, signalling everyone to give way.

If you want to see them, you need to book an appointment way ahead. And if you are fortunate, you may have an appointment.

In the end, we all keep asking:
Why do they not remain in traffic jams like anyone else?

Why do they live in luxury when the people they serve barely eke out a living?

Why do they not take public transportation or ride a bike to work?

Why do they build vocational schools for others while their kids attend school in the US or UK?

The questions are endless.