THE rains have been late to come this year but Scrutator hears that Maqalika Dam is almost overflowing.
Not with water but with the saliva of men who were drooling at the sight of naked women who attended a “beach party” at the dam on Saturday night.
You might as well add that there is a bit of semen too in that water. Perverts had a time of their life on that night.
Those who attended the riverbank shindig say they saw Sodom and Gomorrah scenes.
If you are one of those perverted characters and you missed this “bitching party” then you need not kick yourself too hard for more such parties are in the pipeline.
Your dream too will soon come true.
Eyewitnesses, who might as well have been participants too, tell Scrutator that they have never seen so much cellulite and so many potbellies in one place.
They say there were young girls with breasts so “deflated” you would be forgiven for thinking they had just been suckled by a dozen of hungry babies.
The informers or perverts say they were startled by the brazen display of flesh at the “beach party”. Young girls who were supposed to be snoring in their beds were so drunk that they saw no reason to keep their clothes on. There were men whose underwears were bulging.
Sickening, isn’t it?
The informers tell Scrutator that there were also little girls who had clearly confused underwears for bikinis.
Some simply decided it was prudent to dance and get drunk in their birth suits.
Oh, before I forget, there were also fathers and mothers at that party.
hen they got tired of having their jamboree near the dam some in the uncultured crowd moved to the main road where they blocked traffic with their naked bodies.
There they spat out insults at motorists whose only mistake was to want to use a road that had been turned into a striptease venue.
But who can blame those partygoers for going bonkers? The idea of a party on a beach is likely to trigger crazy ideas in a person whose only acquaintance with a beach is through the TV or stories from those who have been there.
The organisers were indeed innovative.
This, by the way, is what we call “innovation” in Lesotho. Phew!
linkered and unexposed, we jump at anything that sounds like a new idea. Scrutator has no doubt that most of those people who were dancing on the banks of that dirty dam in a drunken stupor cannot even swim in a tub. Oops, some have never seen a tub in their lives.
Most of them have never been to a beach.
So you can understand why most of them simply lost their minds. They had every reason to be nutty for in their minds they were at a beach in Mauritius and anyone who told them otherwise was simply being jealous.
After enduring the scotching heat of Maseru the partygoers had found an excuse to be naked and drunk at the same time. For a long time they were drunk first and then naked later.
Scrutator has no problems with people who like drinking beer while nude but she just cannot understand at what point this habit became a theme for a public event.
And why should people who cannot swim be allowed to play Russian Roulette with their lives by drinking beer on the banks of a dam.
Scrutator suspects that the real purpose behind this so-called beach party was to provide a platform for unbridled fornication. She can bet her last penny that there was fornication galore at that party.
Those who attend innocent parties know that they are held by fully clothed people. On that Saturday night unwanted babies were made and diseases spread.
It’s tempting to blame the youths of this country for being delinquent and reckless to partake in such things.
But look closer and you realise the youths are a victim of a society that is fast running out of morals.
his is what happens in a country where fornication is a national sport. When elders pride themselves in having casual sex the young ones follow suit.
The young ones are merely perpetuating a cultural trend perfected by their elders.
Even a few days before that Maqalika “bitching party” Prime Minister Pakalitha Mosisili told a gathering to commemorate the World Aids Day that Lesotho seems to have accepted the dubious distinction of being a country of fornicators.
It is neither an exaggeration nor a malicious statement to say that we are a country of “bed hopers”.
We really like having “IT” in this country and we don’t seem to care about the consequences. We think it’s funny when we reject condoms as some little plastic inconvenience that interferes with “real pleasure”. The result, of course, is that we are
dying like flies.
andid as Mosisili’s words might sound it would have been better if his government started taking responsibility for the fornication amongst our youths.
After all, it is his government that has created a situation where beer, sex and drugs are the only forms of entertainment for the youths of this country.
Lesotho is so boring that it makes our young people horny and thirsty.
What else can the youths do in a country where there are no recreational facilities?
There are no basketball courts, swimming pools or football pitches that can keep our youths away from dangerous behaviour.
Radio Lesotho is numbingly boring while TV Lesotho is toxic. There are just no extra curricula activities in our villages and the government does not seem interested in establishing any.
There are no sporting facilities in our schools. There are no play areas for kids, not even swings and slides.
But the so-called youth ministry stands by akimbo.
The only time you remember that it exists is when you see that sister minister dancing at functions.
She is certainly not shy to take to the dance floor when the music touches her heart. Her dance moves might not be the best but she really tries hard.
Scrutator has however always wondered why if she likes dancing so much she does not fund dancing clubs for the youths.
Why doesn’t she display the same zeal she shows on the dance floor when it comes to doing something for the youths?
If Mosisili wants to understand why our youths are sleeping around he must first ask what the government has done to keep them away from such mischief.
Until the government deals with the youths’ idle minds he can complain about youths sleeping around until donkeys have horns but they will not stop.
A luta continua: The youth are marching to the beds, cars, bushes and dams to have sex. Ache!2011-12-08