By Wesley Ngwenya
On Monday January 5th, 2009 I had an unbelievable encounter. Words run out in an effort to describe this incident and my heart bleeds just at the thought of it. As a job seeker, I am always open-minded to different kinds of suggestions from all kinds of good hearted and well meaning friends. As a result, I take every opportunity to network and introduce myself to influential individuals in our society.
On this particular day, I was referred, by a mutual friend, to go and see one of the cabinet ministers in our government. After a considerable time of waiting, I was ushered into the office of the Minister together with a pastor and a councilor from the Minister’s constituency. Unfortunately, we all had to share the minutes of our meeting, with the Minister, in the presence of the others. The pastor was the first one to share. He asked the minister to write him a letter so he can obtain some kind of favor somewhere. The Minister did not waste time. Instead of writing the letter, he quickly placed a phone call and the pastor was off within minutes to follow-up with his case.
The Minister then asked, “Who wants to go next?” I offered the councilor to go next since I didn’t really want an extra audience in my business, besides I was curious what kind of business brought the other man into the office. The councilor then went about sharing the problems he was facing in the constituency. He mentioned that he was having pressure from the community to find money to roof the school that had caught fire. The Minister then said, “Well those people deserve it. They did not vote for me in 2006 and did not vote for the President in the presidential elections after all. They voted for the opposition. You know councilor this is God’s judgment. My priorities are to serve the people that voted for me.” After hearing all this I was motionless. I didn’t know whether to walk out quietly or interrupt the conversation and register my disappointment. I was actually angry. The conversation with the councilor was getting even more interesting but heartbreaking.
The councilor then mentioned that he and his chairman were waiting for the motorbikes promised during the campaigns. The Minister acknowledged the delay and apologized. He then stated that he had received some funding but was torn between buying the motorbikes and building the maternity ward for the local clinic which was experiencing a lot of problems. He then asked for the councilor’s opinion. Without hesitation, the councilor said they needed the motorbikes because it was difficult to do the political party work since the villages were spread apart. I couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing.
The Minister pressed a button on the phone on his table asked the secretary to call the ambassador in Japan. Within a minute the secretary called back. The Minister picked up the phone asking if that was the ambassador but it wasn’t. He asked the person on the line how much new motorbikes cost. The person seemed to have been saying that he didn’t know but will find out and let the Minister know. The Minister then turned to the councilor and promised him that he will get the motorbikes as soon as possible and deliver them to the constituency. At that moment, the councilor left the office.
My mind was busy digesting what I had just heard when I was interrupted by the Minister who asked me how I could be helped. I introduced myself and mentioned that I was referred by our mutual friend Mr. John. Then I briefly gave him the oral version of my resume as he listened quietly. I particularly mentioned that I was interested in him introducing me to businesspeople and executives in the private sector. I reached for my bag, took out a hard copy of my resume and handed it to him. He glanced over it and said that he will see what he can do. I stood up, thanked him and headed out.
As I walked out, I kept cursing myself for not standing up for what I believed in. But then how could I tell off the Minister in his own office? Could they arrest me if I did? Will it make a difference? Will I be blacklisted in every company in Zambia as never to be offered a job? Maybe I was over-reacting it’s not such a big deal? Maybe I was overstretching the powers of a Minister? But again, here I was seeking a favor from the very people I speak against. What should I have done? I keep asking.