TWO TALES OF GIANT BUTT0CKS AND GLUED BUTT0CKS AT WOMEN’S AND YOUTH’S DAYS BUTT0CKS PARADES
By Kasebamashila Kaseba
Once upon a time in the future also called “the forward” during the great unprecedented floods after the great unprecedented drought, were the great leader of the land of buttocks and great jester of the lane butt0cks.
The great leader of the land was initially symbolised by an open palm for either transparency or slap when the other was symbolised by a fist; later the tongue in the mouth corner for truth economics or lying or words without deeds or the feet for his foreign trips before being symbolised by the butt0cks for sitting pretty lazy without getting off his butt0cks to work and then by his confession of glued buttocks for stagnation or dictatorship.
Thus, begun the reign of “the glued buttocks of state” from “the head of state” of the land; instead of the hands or arms of state of work; it was nyashi or bokosi or bwaya glued to the seat or couch.
Whereas the Glued Butt0cks were proudly glued to the seat, the jester of the lane Giant Butt0cks were unglued and unproud to roam and wag in the market lane or street with U.S swag and accent.
After so declaring himself the glued butt0cks of state, the butt man journeyed from the butt city of the thickets to the northern butt town of the hanging or sagging to officiate or inspect women’s butt parade.
He later journeyed to the windward sunset pumpkin town for the youth day buttocks parade.
He even excitedly screamed that women youths or wives to wag their waists or buttocks for him.
Thus, there, he also declared as in the hanging town that like his two stately butt0cks were in consensus side by side on the seat without friction, he himself there and then had once again also agreed with internal consensus to equitably amend the stately constitution from “the head of state” to “the butt of state”.
And that he, by head and butt, had also agreed by consensus to become the constitution itself to reign by glued buttocks to the throne forever more.
Amen.
And so sang the Amen Praise Choir thereby drowning Meno Meno’s scream that glue doesn’t stick on stately thrones but community home seats.