your reasoning is rather appalling, i do not remember mentioning to you whom my prefered presidential candidate is so there you go hallucinating again, for your own information since you seen to lack in that department, i have other ways of contributing to the development of the country than peddling lies and propaganda, anyway; with the electorate constituting a brainwashed lot like you and your kind it’s not easy to sell a good idea to you…your rebutal is quite weak, i will forgive you, your’re the epitome of the enviroment that groomed you.

To harmonise the situation, it has been agreed not to strightly follow what the agenda is about, normaly set by ZWD, but as a committed blogger you may choose to go off the mark and set your own agenda.

As you all are aware, Senior Citizen is well ahead of ZWD, he prepares his agenda two weeks before ZWD does, to stop him from posting those off the mark contributions would be infringing on his treasured human rights.

Ok, I am now the interpreter for Anonymous, Senior Citizen and Patriot or simply BK.

Dexterous…from the word Dexterity.’ the ability to perform a difficulty action quickly and skillfully with hands, or ability to think quickly and effectively’.

Buttress….’ to make support for an idea or argument stronger by providing a good reason for it’

Flinch…..’to make a sudden small movement because of pain or fear’

Special thanks to Anonymous for those big words.

I will continue to assist those without dictionaries because not every Zambian can afford to buy one.

Alibi

I dont know how old this boy is, If he was born in the 80s, then talking to him about how rich Zambia is, is a waste of time.

If I mention to him that, at one time we used to assemble vehicles, biycles, TV, music system in Zambia, I will be labelled a lair.

But let me also mention to him that as a student in an institution I used to be paid an allowance as pocket money, I also used to receive free beddings,free good meals,free toiletaries, free learning aids, I never paid anything to the government throughtout the period I was in college.

Does that sound as if I was educated in heaven?

Yes Zambia at one time was heaven on earth. What I talk about can be achieved, but not every person has my dream, you leader may not have any, and you follow him without question why he has no dream for Zambia when he saw what KK did.

The superior purpose driven policies of an economist, a product of an acclaimed school, cannot but shine while a felony marred retard continues to fantasize after unattainable privileges, wallowing in mindless invectives to impress his kith and kin.

Now that the cat is out of the bag, Sata’s naked infirmity and limitations of mind have left him with babblings only his gods make sense of: Chinese now good, now bad, no good; Mwanawasa dead me, now am sorry, twisted tongue – he leaves many a good man’s heart tempted to curse.

What more if this sanctimonious retard was mistaken with the privileges of the highest portfolio? Would he not out of sheer uncouth excitement ravage this beloved country to bits and pieces? If he needs more sisters to indulge with, he can surely obtain from Telephone Mpundu. But by state house, no wayz.

Who else apart from Sata invokes the notion that rigging an election is a government escape among those who needlessly cringe under a ballooned fanfare campaign of his? Ever concocting sand castles in empty hype targeting the unsuspecting gullible soiled kaponyas in PF, he helplessly continues not only to deceive them but himself as well.

Political hegemony cannot mean leprous ideas and flirtatious conniving of failures. Value adding is a strange notion to them but fantasy. With their own hands, they wreck what was delivered on a silver platter. How they suppose that the Zambian voter could reward them for their buffoonery is left to them and their gods alone to understand.

MMD machinery hedge counting at grass root is heavy in gear while endlessly they struggle to spell their route. The two headed serpent is now relying to be carried by evil priests with an incline to one. They forget that the twin headed serpent has but one heart which if one head is struck means doom for the whole. Confused and confounded they speak in terrible tongues. Last minute surprise you say, dream on.

But even if Sata was to climb that hill he calls his sanctuary, dressed in the most awful of ritual wear, drunk the bitterest root, even blood and invoked the spirits of his dead ancestors by their individual names in the most horrible of tongues, it will not help him a wit. If he thinks cloning additional lombas will help him, he will have himself to blame: those ilombas will only desire his own blood. Already, they are too many for him to keep a head count.

What if one of these days Sata should turn up with ilombas in each hand on a podium to speak his lies, will his kaponyas still applaud him? What is so plain they cannot see. One day when he is not there, they will still vote for him.