Eewa.. Kuvee Kangueehi They say politics is a dirty game, yes, maybe it is. But it is definitely also a funny game. Covering the beat for the last few months did not only create some nervy moments for me but also filled my days with laughter and humour. If you had a bad morning and you really need something to cheer you up, Parliament is the best place to go especially if Honorable Muharukua is in her mood because when she is angry, she only speaks otjiherero. The deputy minister of gender although not a regular speaker in parliament, is full of classics. Her latest one was when she was contributing to the HIV policy. After congratulating Dr Richard Kamwi for his excellent job, the deputy minister informed Kamwi that there was a serious problem in the Kunene Region. “Minister, our men are complaining that the condoms are making them weak, you must look for a solution.” The response from the honorable house was a round of applause even from the opposition. DTA vice-president Philemon Moongo is “Mr Questions”. If you have any question, you want any minister to reply to, contact Moongo and you will get your answer on Thursday afternoon. Every time Moongo stands up to ask questions there are usually moans in Parliament. However, Moongo’s last contribution to the last session was not a question but a suggestion. The DTA vice-president made a proposal to government that it should build a high fence around the country so that the birds from other countries cannot enter Namibia and eat the crops. Most parliamentarians including journalists decided not to respond but only shook their heads. The recent stormy CoD extraordinary congress is said to have divided the top leadership of the party. But I witnessed an incident at the congress in Keetmanshoop that clearly showed that the divisions are running deeper into the ordinary members. On Sunday as the congress split into two factions, the one faction staged a walkout, while the other remained in the hall. Except for the commotion, which was caused by the leaving delegates, the atmosphere was rather clam. Almost an hour after the party members resumed the congress they had a break. One delegate from Otjiwarongo during the break decided to go to his car only to find his car on bricks and one tyre gone. The first thought in everybody’s mind was that the tyre was stolen. But the owner of the car was not surprised and knew who took the tyre. “Is daai mense van Shixwameni.” (It is those guys from Shixwameni.) The disappointed delegate explained that he borrowed the tyre from his comrade who also lives in Otjiwarongo. “He said I could use the tyre until I came back from congress.” I suddenly realized that the walkout had far reaching implications than even what the leaders had envisaged. The two comrades from Otjiwarongo were no longer friends. Eewa!