My Letter to President Magufuli: Seems like you need some love 4.0
22nd December 2019, Oslo
Dear President John Pombe Magufuli
We’re entering the seasons of forgiveness and the time of redemption. Where the supposed love of God came into the world as the saviour, as a little baby; who entered the world and had to flee to safety as refugees in Egypt until Judea was safe for them.
In the hope, which Jesus brings, as the King of Kings, whose birth and birthday is celebrated on Christmas. We are surely, seeing less holy and less redeeming factors from your government. They are not forgiving, neither governing with solidarity nor care for the citizens.
Instead of giving people hope, your spreading the message of fear. People are abducted and arrested by authorities. Comedians are charged and arrested for posting pictures on social media, journalists whose doing their jobs goes missing, sealing their fate in prison and awaiting a new journey to freedom. Political parties are attacked, silenced and stopped from doing party work by the authorities. That is all done on you watch. Your the man behind these actions and making the civic space very small.
President Magufuli, your the man who steals the gifts for Christmas, your the Grinch. Not that your green, neither a goblin, but your surely not the one character everyone aspire to while looking at a Romantic-Comedy during this season. Your the villain, you are the guy that ensure everyone get hurt, because you can and you will.
Since, they are hurting your pride, the achievements you have made and the supposed greatness you deserve. They are distorting your image, they are in you eyes vicious. Therefore, you use the state apparatus to silence them. Either by the hook or by the crook, the result is that they get booked.
In his mind, there is no feast, it is no parcels of chocolate, no sweet treats or care-packages for loved ones. Only assaults on their liberties, freedom and ability to speak. If a journalists undermine you and your party, they will be arrested, loose their license to broadcast or get suspended for a few days. If it is an activists or a trade-union leader, they will be abducted and get charged by the authorities.
That is not love, but selfish actions made to ensure all love goes to you. But the love you get served by your “Yes-Men” isn’t sincere. They are only praising you and your intellect, because if they don’t you do drop them like cold coffee.
We know this, your so needy, even more needy than Ariana Grande. You need more touch and care. You need to smooched, pampered and get the your Tux cleaned before your standing under the mistletoe. That is what you need. The Mariah Carey treatment, the whole diva experience, while your supposed to be the head of state.
President Magufuli, your far from father Christmas, your even further from Jesus. Closer to the wish-list of Dax:
“Yeah I want Cadillac color matte black (Skrr)
Yeah I want a thick bitch with a fat ass (Hm)
Yeah I want a crib to crash with a pool and a court and a golf course all in the back (Yah)
Yeah I want Gucci, Prada coupled with a million dollars
Instagram a million followers” (Dax – ‘Dear Black Santa’ (23.12.2018).
It seems like you want everything and with no concern, you want all people to love you, but your actions is of fear and intimidation. You want to control everything, but instead of trusting people, your micro-managing them. That is not how you get good results, but get people wondering when they are next.
That is not very Christmasy. That is why there is no Clause, there is no Santa within you. Only selfishness and self-centred motives, which overcome everyone else.
We know you need L-O-V-E Mr. President, but your actions of 2019 isn’t that, it only shows your lack of tolerance, care or even lack of heart. It has been heartless, and therefore, hard to give you any credit. Since, people are suffering and they are doing it because of you. Which is not right at all.
Mr. President. It is time for you to Netflix and chill. Time for you to consider how you want to be remembered, as soon your preparing for another term and another election. You are not the bulldozer anymore, your the silencer.
Lover is a helluva drug, but in your case. For many your the distorted EX, which scorned them. Seemed so promising, but ended up in a nightmare. Peace.
Writer of Minbane