INDIAN PRIME MINISTER
The Universe is not short of bewildering things. It is indeed a mysterious and yet beautiful place. It is full of wonders.
THE world now has two Indian prime ministers, Narendra Darmodardas Modi and Rishi Sunak.
The Universe is not short of bewildering things. It is indeed a mysterious and yet beautiful place. It is full of wonders.
It keeps us asking questions. Questions like, when did it start? Or will it ever end?
Or how does an Indian become prime minister of the United Kingdom?
Yes, the Universe is full of miracles. It can indeed make an Indian British or a Scot Zambian.
One racist caller, utterly bewildered and livid with anger, a Tory at that, asked: ‘What are we now going to tell the Scottish nationalists?’
Just tell them that an Indian has taken over. Don’t tell them to sod off, shove it or go to hell, just say that an Indian is now prime minister of Britain.
Perhaps you could rile them a bit by adding that soon, an African might just succeed King George.
Liz Truss is white alright. She is as white as the driven snow.
Unfortunately, this all that can be said about her. Nothing else. I still don’t get the connection between her and lettuce, a perfectly nutritious vegetable. British silliness, isn’t it? Somehow, it makes one think of a cabbage.
Liz Truss is partly the reason why Brexit happened - to keep Britain white.
Noteworthy, much of what she lacks, Rishi Sunak possesses.
In his inaugural speech, as if a sarcastic dart aimed at all white people wherever they happen to be, he said: ‘I admired her restlessness at creating change’
Really, Rishi? Couldn’t you have thought of a different or better word than ‘restlessness’ to describe Liz’s efforts?
To me, in meaning, this word ‘restless’ rhymes with empty and pathetic.
It suggests that hers were the irrational and brainless actions of a desperate person.
This Indian is different. Clearly, he is not restless. By all accounts a better choice than Liz Truss even before Liz Truss was elected, though I did hear him grudgingly say something about ‘more things that unite us than divide us’, by and large, this Indian remained calm.
Though hurt that his party could choose ‘fairy-tale economics’ over his plan, like an Indian in a shop, Rishi stayed in his place, as the British would insist.
And as the Universe would have it, within forty-four days, the shame that always comes with bigoted choices had run its course, and had to stop.
When Liz Truss fell, Rishi Sunak said nothing. This time he didn’t have to campaign. The Universe had already played its card. The Tories were stuck. There was no other choice. A general election petrified them, and the whole world had started to talk anyway, about racism and all such un-British things. Britain just needed to save face.
With Boris Johnson acting as a decoy to keep Penny Mordaunt and her gang of spoilers at bay, it was just a matter of time before Rishi Sunak would meet King George, and on his behalf, set up a government of the United Kingdom.
The swag in his step as he walked on Downing Street to the podium to present his inaugural speech was lordly and of more worldly importance compared to the lame boos that came from some annoyed nationalists.
How did a Masai end up as British Prime Minister?
This question came from a friend of mine. Initially, I brushed it aside as confused and stupid but when you consider that all mankind came from East Africa, it becomes a meaningful and vital inquiry.
Upon careful scrutiny, when one squints one’s eyes, there really appears something black about Rishi, something African.
Rishi is brave, resilient, resourceful, intelligent, humane and humble, all traits of Africans.
Because of these features, one Tory who has appropriately now resigned, denigratingly called Rishi a socialist, as if socialism is not British or cancerous.
Rishi Sunak’s parents were Kenyans.
There is something about Kenya.
The Kenyans seem to have it in their loins to produce world leaders. Remember that other Kenyan Barack Obama?
Whether it is the Ugali or Matooke behind this outlier of a phenomenon, requires Oxford research.
Kenya is a land of unlimited possibilities, an oasis of great potential and a haven of miracles.
This is the country that turned a street vendor, William Ruto, into a Republican President, and ‘Zaawaadi’, a nonentity into one of the most sought-after erotic photography models and a leading porn star in the world.
I am not suggesting infidelity in the Sunaks or that there is need for a DNA test.
All I am saying is that, if at all there is a test that we should all subject Rishi to, it is the leadership test.
Rishi will fail.
Rishi will do all he can, all that is humanly possible to lead the United Kingdom and save it.
But still he will fail.
This is because the damage caused by those that came before him is too severe. Britain is now facing its mortality, and now seems beyond salvage.
You see, it is British manners not to through stones when you live in a glass house.
But Boris Johnson, urged on by a band of gun-totting Westerners, did just that.
As if afflicted with a tantrum, he threw a Westminster pebble at the Kremlin that hit Putin’s head, causing much angst and consternation in the Russian.
As if their minds had been addled by Indian hemp, they declared sanctions on Russia and froze all its assets.
As a consequence, in retaliation, the Russian, who for centuries has quietly contributed blood to the British monarchy, decided to teach Britain and its relatives in Europe manners.
Everything is now is freezing..
British good life is now on ice.
The pound is on ice.
The economy is on ice. Growth is on ice.
Winter is here.
Britain and Europe are now freezing.
Poverty has now come to Britain.
And Rishi Sunak, even if he is a master of Hindu leadership voodoo, coupled with his fine grooming at Winchester, Oxford and Stanford in matters of banking, just cannot unfreeze Britain.
This Hindu magician has come late.
The BRICS plus have taken all the gold. The Bank of England is empty, it is now a sorry shell of itself. There are no investments to be made anymore.
The patient is now gasping for breath, and the Archbishop of Canterbury is already reading the last rites.
So much for not ‘biting the hand that feeds’ Britain.
But it is not what Rishi Sunak does in office that is important. That does not matter. What matters is that an Indian is now there. This is a very high glass ceiling which the Universe has shattered. A milestone has been set in the history of people.
The symbolism of his ascendancy must be understood for what it is.
Rishi’s phenomenon is akin to Hakainde Hichilema’s ascendancy, his being the first Tonga to becomes Zambia’s Republican President, in a country said to be Tongaphobic.
Both are trendsetters Rishi’s story truly and starkly illustrates that slaves indeed do become masters.
And that there is reason for this, that the slave, knowing well all the ills that go with being a slave, he should not avenge, but instead end slavery.
The British despised, raped and oppressed the land of origin of Rishi Sunak.
The British did not consider Indians as human beings nor did they respect them. The British referred to them as fakirs, menial creatures that could only survive on alms.
Rishi Sunak is perhaps one of the most educated British people in the whole world today. And Rishi Sunak does not live on alms. Rishi Sunak is the richest member of the British Parliament, a fact some Tories curiously find offensive. Envy if you ask me. He is even richer than King George and his entire monarchy.
This is the man who is today the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.
And he is Indian.
A Hindu.
Despised and rejected hundreds of years ago. Despised and rejected forty-four days ago.
But Rejected no more.
The Universe had its plans. The inevitable has occurred. Timeless vibrations have become aligned once more. It is in stars, you see.
Now he might just turn out to be the cornerstone, the stone that the builders had once rejected.
The argument Douglas Murray makes in his book The Strange Death Of Europe, is a valid one.
Yes, it is not by accident that, recently, the most popular child’s name in England was Mohammed.
Why wouldn’t this be? After all the names that frequently explain joy and happiness in England are names like Mo Salah, and Mo Farah.
Trust me, the future of the world is neither black nor white, Muslim nor Christian, British nor African.
The future of the world is liberty, excellence, peace and solidarity.
The future of the world is one, the harmonious vibration of all things, for reasons of balance.
The resonance marker or vibrational identity of a human being is all that will matter
Enlightenment is what will take us there.
Rishi Sunak, my dear young mate, enjoy your days as the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.
Do what you can to help this beleaguered island.
Your story has ended. Yours is an impermanent stay.
Kier Stammer is warming up.
And the now gravely hurt pride of many jaundiced white people, those clinging on to being the real British, will now use the general election as a key tool to assuage their warped conscience, to correct this ‘aberration’ in their history.
Many of them are beyond shocked, and are now a tad dysfunctional. Their hallowed ground now lies desecrated.
There is an Indian at Number 10 Downing Street! How unthinkable!
This is the place were British history was upended, where, albeit transitory, in a land of the bigots, bigotry was downed.
As if the Universe is telling us something, on the day Rishi Sunak became the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, Hindus worldwide were observing Diwali, a festival that celebrates the triumph of light over darkness, evil over good.