This being that electioneering year in this sweet land of, ‘hakuna matata’ a lot of memoranda have been signed and are still being signed. Yeah earthquakes tremors and all things shaking are taking place. It’s like there is a race to show ‘what our mamas gave us.’ I too feel tempted to sign a memorandum of understanding with the mosquitoes that are constantly queuing in my bedroom. Yes they are that many I’m about to design an EQMS system for them. Imagine calling a ticket and it says Quirro no 3 go to bed no. 1 😂. Despite my earnest efforts to keep them without the confines of my household they still haven’t read the writings on the wall. I think it’s time to rethink the approach and below are a few items that might fit in the memo. That you will not triiiitriiiii around my ears as you look for the softest part of my body to devour. That in case the noise you generate goes beyond the approved decibels you will seek for NEMA authorization on the said break up. You’ll bring this authorization prior to our usual rendezvous. That you will not leave an itch in the said body part in the wake of your ascension. That you will utilize all the blood you have siphoned from me before you come for a refill. That you’ll not come carrying any disease causing parasites. If you diligently follow the above arrangements to the letter I on the other hand commit to spice the red stuff so that it is finger licking any time you come for a sip. Sorry you don’t have fingers so what should I put? 🤔 Now all I need is a commissioner of oaths to witness this and register it with the registrar of parties or should I say the registrar of suckers.Then I’ll sleep in peace.
I think in some way most politicians are like mosquitoes. They not only loot our hard paid taxes, they also have to make noise while doing it so we can know they are having a feast. I think it’s time we utilise the earthquake that is our votes and hold them accountable in an MOU. Lest we keep our voters cards in our wallets. #PoliticsSuck.