Today is the last day of the first month of the year, and this has been a January like no other. I suppose this is just a reflection that 2021 has literally taken over where 2020 left off!
A new year is always a good time for reflection, introspection, and a time to aspire for better and commit to new goals. It is also a time to erase those bad memories from the previous year that haunt us.
Often, we have these kind of reflections at a personal level. Companies and organisations also tend to have similar kind of reflections in the form of annual performance reviews, business planning sessions and target setting. However, as a nation and as a people, do we ever pause and reflect on;
- Whether we fared well and became a better nation in the previous year?
- How can we become a better people and a better nation in the new year?
In a context of a least developed nation, that is hopefully aspirant of becoming a developed nation, I think these kind of conversations and reflections are important. Important for the nation to assess progress and whether we are on course to achieving the desired goals and dreams. We also need these kind of engagements to understand the constraints that restrict us from achieving that which we desire.
Against this backdrop, let’s pick an example such as Lesotho Television (LTV), our own national broadcaster. Let’s compare and contrast the quality of LTV in 1988 (this was the year they commenced the pilot if I am not mistaken,) and today. If we are to be honest with ourselves (ha re ipuela ‘nete ea Molimo), how much has LTV improved in the past 32 years? Has it seen a significant improvement, a moderate improvement or none at all? Let me reserve my comments about their volume control lest I unduly influence your assessment.
As a side note, DSTV the company through which LTV is broadcast, was founded in 1995. Its forerunner, M-Net was founded in 1986 (just two years before LTV) and in 1993 it was split into two divisions, one of which saw the offshoot DSTV which today broadcasts in 50 countries. From a single channel in 1986 to literally hundreds of channels and the extension of its footprint across most of Sub Saharan Africa as the premium home entertainment provider.
At what point did Basotho fully embrace sub mediocrity?
The noun mediocrity means the quality of being average or ordinary. The adjective is mediocre and it originates from Latin; medius (middle) and ocris (rugged mountain), combined it becomes mediocris (of middle height or degree). Sub mediocrity will therefore be short of even average or ordinary, and my question is ‘when did we (Basotho) embrace a standard below average as our default setting?’
Many will find this to be an undeserved and controversial accolade. Some will even ask what qualifies me to ask such a question. Well, let me share with you a personal experience to give you an appreciation of where I am coming from.
Sometime in 2004, my then employer, a diamond mine which had just commenced commercial production, was approached by the Lesotho Amateur Athletics Association (LAAA) and Ministry of Sports, to sponsor a High Altitude marathon in Mokhotlong. The proposal itself was underwhelming and had it not been the persuasive lobbying by a prominent Minister from the area, it was likely to have been rejected. The Minister sold a very compelling vision of a marathon that in years to come would be at par with the likes of London or Boston Marathons, if not better. Given that the race was happening within the neighbourhood, and had international runners from the Region, it became a no brainer for the mine management to give sponsorship, and a cheque for M250,000 was duly signed. This was to be Lesotho’s biggest sponsorship deal for a single sporting event then.
As a sporting enthusiast, I was assigned the responsibility to look after the mine’s interest in the race, and from time to time I would attend the stakeholder meetings and progress briefings ahead of the race. Closer to the race date, it became apparent that organisational capacity was lacking and the mine as a sponsor recommended the co-opting of the late Olympic sprinter, Ntate Motsapi Moorosi, who had been a long time sports organiser for different sporting codes in Lesotho, to assist with the planning and coordination. He came in at the eleventh hour and his mandate was to make the best out of limited resources racing against the clock. Like a seasoned professional, he hit the ground running and immersed himself into the project. He drafted a checklist of the ‘must haves’/essentials and ran thru the list to ensure that these were covered. This was followed by ‘nice to haves’ which would require minimal effort but be impactful.
Within the short of space of time that Ntate Motsapi worked with the LAAA team and the Ministry of Sports, all seemed to be falling into place. On the eve of the race, I received a call from him asking me to delay my departure in order to take delivery of medals which he had arranged from a supplier in Bloemfontein. Given the enormity of his responsibilities and the fact that he still needed to be in Mokhotlong in time for issuance of race packs, I obliged and agreed to wait even though this meant I would have to drive in the night to Mokhotlong. The medals eventually arrived around 18h00 and I immediately hit the road to try and arrive in time. I made it to Mokhotlong around 21h00 and handed over the medals which were locked up in the District Administrator’s office. This sounds like a digression and an unnecessary detail to the story, but with time you will appreciate the essence of this detail.
Cometh the hour, cometh race day! The moment of truth had arrived and very sadly everything that could have gone wrong on the day, went horribly pear shaped!
- First the race starter did not pitch on time, and the race started 45 min later than scheduled start.
I arrived at the starting point at around 05h30 and on arrival the organisers were already busy issuing race numbers and other paraphernalia to runners who could not collect on the previous day. The race was scheduled for a 06h00 start, largely to afford runners the best conditions before it gets too hot and the race starter was to be the Minister of Sports. Come 06h00, no Minister in sight. We were advised that Minister was actually double booked but all arrangements were being made to ‘fly’ in the Minister by chopper from a party political conference. It was a long wait for the poor runners, and the Minister eventually arrived, some 45 minutes late. There was very little ceremony and the Minister shot the gun and runners were away for their 42km race from around Mapholaneng to Mokhotlong at a very high altitude in hot conditions.
2. There were no water sachets which is standard for marathon races of the same calibre. Instead the race relied on the generosity of villagers who had bucket loads of water with paper cups.
I must say the presence of villagers, old and young alike brought a lot of excitement to the race. The ululations and the cheering, especially to the local runners was especially welcome. That is the type of camaraderie that adds to the uniqueness of an event such as this one.
However, when you have international runners who wanted to challenge themselves against the toughest conditions, you also want to provide a race setting that is consistent with all other respectable races. First, there is the inconvenience that one nearly has to stop in order to grab a paper cup with some water without spilling, which means runners lose their momentum and pace. Secondly and most importantly, there is the question of ‘where is this water in buckets coming from?’ Yes, Lesotho is home to some of the freshest water but that is not to say one can just drink any water. This made life a bit awkward especially for the foreign runners who would have been extra cautious with what they drink and what they eat before and during the race.
3. There were no distance markers on the road to indicate distance covered or distance left
This was in 2004 and from memory I don’t think there were many smart wearables that today’s athletes have which can tell the user all sorts of useful data including their own health vitals, distance covered, altitude and even their pace statistics.
For the poor runners, it meant they were running blind, in hot conditions due to a late start and with limited water supplies. By any standard, this was a less than ideal maiden race if the ambition was to establish the High Altitude Marathon as an elite marathon race internationally.
4. Prize giving without medals
As if the mishaps of the day were not enough, the most bizarre were left for the end of the race which ordinarily should be the pinnacle of the day. As I watched the post race proceedings from the crowds, I noticed as runners were called to the podium that there were no medals. Instead the runners that were in the prizes were getting a handshake from the presiding officials and then handed white envelopes.
I then approached one of the organising officials to enquire about the medals and about the envelopes. The explanation I was given was that after I delivered the medals at the District Administrator’s office the previous night, the office was duly locked, but the keys somehow landed with the DA’s son who on race day left Mokhotlong for Quthing for personal errands. This meant that none of the runners could obtain a medal on account of the DA’s son, who had left with the office keys, to travel to the Southern end of Lesotho.
As if that was not enough, I was advised that the envelopes being handed out were cash prizes (chelete ea lipampiri) for the top runners. This explanation was all very casual and the person relaying this information simply did not find anything untoward about this arrangement. Think about it this way. This is 2004. The organisers took the sponsors cheque and cashed it at the bank in Maseru. They then travelled with two hundred and fifty thousand in cash on the day before or earlier from Maseru to Mokhotlong. At some point before the race, somebody or a team of people sat in a room to split the prize into lots and put it in envelopes, and on race day this was shipped to the open venue for the prize giving. The risk alone should have been a deterrent against such a clumsy arrangement, because if the organisers were to be robbed, the sponsor would not issue another cheque. What was even more clumsy was seeing poor international runners getting their prize money in local currency. These were people who were literally due to return to their respective countries immediately after the race. And they were now stuck with wads of cash in local currency deep in the highlands of Lesotho
Never before had I seen such a series of blunders all in one day. Not even Ntate Motsapi could rescue this situation given that he only became involved at the eleventh hour and his involvement was limited to the race logistics and not the totality of the race organisation.
What happens when mediocrity multiplies?
The shocking organisation of the High Altitude was not a unique case of our clumsiness, or inelegant execution of tasks/projects and lack of pride in doing things the right way. It has become part of our fabric as a people. Re etsa lintho hampe feela, habohlasoa feela, re sa natse hore na mang o tla reng. As a people we have set ourselves the lowest possible standard which then makes it impossible to hold each other accountable and to set ourselves the highest standards of delivery.
The ‘investment’ that Lesotho makes in educating her people does not bear fruit which makes one wonder if we would not be better off not training people at all. After all the results will not be materially different. And I am intentional in using the inverted commas because by definition, investment is something out of which there will be future benefits. So, us sending people to be trained and not utilising their skills disqualifies the spend as investment.
We see similar cases to this comical marathon every day in our lives, and sadly, it often happens with far more serious matters than a sporting event. The wool and mohair saga being a case in point where there was a vision with potential merit (I use this reservedly) which was followed by the most patently shambolic execution thereby placing Basotho livelihoods at risk. There are Basotho whose livelihoods have been decimated as a result of this ill considered scheme.
Consider the LCA/Vodacom Lesotho saga. At the height of a pandemic that has brought an already ailing economy to its knees, LCA in its wisdom, unilaterally overplays its hand and revokes the license of the largest mobile operator and one of the largest taxpayers. For purposes of this article, let’s make a healthy assumption that LCA was indeed correct in its findings. Does that justify their dictatorial approach? We must remember, Vodacom Group does not have
- an unemployment problem
- an FDI problem
- a tax collection challenge
It is Lesotho that has these problems. It therefore goes without question that Lesotho has a great responsibility in dealing with sensitive matters with due care, now more than ever, lest it undermines the confidence by investors and potential investors.
It therefore comes as no surprise that even in matters of life and death, such as the Covid-19 pandemic, we still respond in our usual sloppy and amateurish fashion. It has just become our signature way of doing things. This explains why we have had two different structures, NACOSEC and its predecessor, which have both gobbled somewhere between M700m and M1,5bn depending on who narrates the story, with very little to show for the funds spent. Whichever number we choose, the amount of money expended by these institutions is profound, yet they are still faltering on the basics such as tallying of cases reported. Forget the much more critical aspects such as procurement of PPE and vaccine.
If you believe the examples take a simplistic view of complex situations, let me cite a much more simple example to drive home my point. I ask that you dedicate at the most, 30 minutes of your time along Kingsway Road on a normal weekday. Look out for ‘government’ vehicles. Yes, I do know these days ‘government’ vehicles are no different from privately owned vehicles, but, specifically look at the branding that identifies the Ministry from which the vehicle is from. You will notice that government cannot even standardise the stencil (I hope that’s what it is called) used to brand these ‘government’ vehicles. Some have font 100, some have font 20. If you are my age you would remember that there was a time when something as simple as branding on government vehicles was standardised and all vehicles were identifiable by their red number plates with Mokorotlo X for and Mokorotlo Y which I believe was for project owned vehicles.
The saddest part of all these gloomy tales is that, in almost all the instances, we have properly qualified Basotho who are fit for purpose. But because they do not belong to the politics of the sheriff of the day, or are simply not pliable, their skills will never be utilised optimally. They will remain frustrated on the periphery.
Let me use another sporting parallel to make my point. Let us consider the Golden Era of Barcelona Football Club which had Samuel Et’o, Lionel Messi, Thierry Henry, Xavi, Iniesta, Busquets, Puyol, Pique, Toure and Victor Valdes at the posts under guidance of Pep Guardiola. This team won everything under the sun that was winnable for a club and they played the most beautiful soccer. Now imagine if Guardiola decided much like our sheriffs to;
Frustrate Messi and bench him,
Make Xavi a left back,
Make Iniesta a goalkeeper,
Make Valdes and Puyol the main strikers
Ask yourself how much that same team would have achieved? Why is it that we ask ourselves day in and day out, why the likes of Botswana and eSwatini are developing faster than us when we know that we have not fielded our best talent in the field of play? Is it even a reasonable expectation on our part that we should be at par with these neighbours?
Our intent as a nation is exemplified by the people that we put in strategic positions when we know that in fact they are ill qualified to even be at the table. In the era of coalition governments, the situation has actually worsened. Each political party will fill all positions with its loyal members from PS to Senior Execs of parastatals under their stewardship and potentially all the way to a sweeper in the Ministry . This means the chances of ever filling positions based on suitability, experience and skill are almost zero. This means we should condition ourselves for less than inspiring results for a long time to come.
Conclusion
As we continue to struggle with volume control on LTV, 32 years since it’s formation, a Mosotho successfully led the expansion of Multichoice on the African continent to become the entertainment giant that it is.
I know many of us are pinning our hopes on the constitutional reforms that are now underway. I wish to challenge everyone and ask how reforms will provide a cure for such endemic mediocrity. The best laws on their own will not be adequate to help Lesotho chart a new path of growth.
There are many more Basotho who are hungry, able and capable who are just waiting for the call to meaningfully contribute to the success of their country. For Lesotho to start being counted amongst other nations, we need to start weighing on
- Price of ineptitude which benefits a few at the expense of many
vs
2. The prospect of giving ourselves the best chance which will ultimately benefit all.
Wishing you all a safe 2021. Let us all look after ourselves and our loved ones.
Mask up! Sanitise! And most importantly stay home!
KK