Of Fortune Tellers, Palm Readers and their Predictions for the Next Elections

A Humorous Journey Through Mauritian Politics

By Plutonix

In the bustling streets of Port Louis, amidst the aroma of street food and the sounds of bustling markets, two friends, Socrates and Cephalus, find themselves engrossed in a lively discussion about the ever-changing political landscape of Mauritius. As they sit in a cosy tavern, their conversation turns to the recent announcement by the Mauritian Prime Minister regarding an increase in the old-age pension. Little do they know, their discussion will soon take a humorous turn as they ponder the implications of early elections, the antics of fortune tellers, and the curious phenomenon of elevating Prime Ministers to the status of “Father so-and-so.” Join Socrates and Cephalus as they address the complexities of Mauritian politics with wit and humour.

 Socrates and Cephalus sit in a quaint tavern, their conversation punctuated by hearty laughter and the clinking of glasses.

Socrates: Ah, Cephalus, my dear friend! How delightful it is to see you again. Tell me, have you heard the latest rumours swirling around the political circles of Mauritius?

Cephalus: Indeed, Socrates! The political landscape is abuzz with chatter, especially after the recent announcement of the increase in the old-age pension. It seems our Prime Minister is pulling out all the stops to secure his legacy.

Socrates: Ah, yes! The old-age pension increase. A move calculated to win the favour of the people, no doubt. But tell me, Cephalus, what do you make of the whispers of early elections?

Cephalus: Early elections, you say? Why, it’s like a game of political musical chairs! With promises of more freebies and handouts, it’s no wonder the Opposition parties are scrambling to keep up.

Socrates: Indeed, Cephalus. It seems our politicians are engaged in a bidding war of epic proportions. But tell me, my friend, what do you think the fortune tellers with their crystal balls and palm readings would predict about the outcome of the next election?

Cephalus: Oh, Socrates, I can only imagine! Picture this: a crystal ball swirling with colours, a palm reader gasping in amazement, and the words “early elections” echoing through the air. I daresay the fortune tellers would predict a whirlwind of chaos and confusion!

Socrates: Ha! Chaos and confusion, you say? Why, it sounds like a typical day in Mauritian politics! But tell me, Cephalus, what about the elevation of our Prime Ministers to the status of “Father so-and-so”?

Cephalus: Ah, yes! The esteemed titles of “Father of the Nation”, “Father of Economic Development” and “Father of Modern Mauritius.” It seems our leaders have a penchant for paternalism! First, Sir Seewoosagur Ramgoolam, then Sir Anerood Jugnauth, and now his son, Pravind Jugnauth. It’s like a family reunion of fathers!

Socrates: A family reunion indeed! But tell me, Cephalus, do you think our Prime Ministers truly deserve such lofty titles?

Cephalus: Well, Socrates, if I were a betting man, I’d say it’s all a matter of perspective. Some may see them as saviours of the nation, while others may see them as mere mortals with a knack for politics. But one thing’s for sure: they certainly know how to keep us entertained!

Socrates: Ha! Entertained, you say? Why, it’s like a never-ending circus of political antics! But tell me, Cephalus, what do you think our esteemed leaders would say about all this fuss?

Cephalus: Oh, I can only imagine, Socrates! They’d probably smile and wave, basking in the glow of their titles and revelling in the chaos of it all. After all, what’s a little political drama among friends?

Socrates: Indeed, Cephalus. What’s a little drama indeed! Well, my friend, it seems our drinks have run dry. Shall we continue our discussion over another round?

Cephalus: Absolutely, Socrates!

Socrates: My dear friend! Tell me, have you ever had your fortune told by one of those mystical seers?

Cephalus: Indeed, Socrates! Though I must confess, I’ve always been a sceptic when it comes to such matters. But there’s no denying the allure of their predictions, especially when it comes to the fortunes of our politicians and leaders.

Socrates: Ah, yes! The fortunes of our esteemed politicians. I wonder what the crystal balls and palm readings would reveal about their fates.

Cephalus: Oh, Socrates, I can only imagine! Picture this: a fortune teller peering into her crystal ball, her eyes widening with revelation as she predicts the fate of the political leaders of Mauritius.

Socrates: And what does she see, pray tell?

Cephalus: On the one hand she sees a turbulent sea of uncertainty, with waves of scandal and controversy crashing against the hull of the political ship of one of the leaders. But fear not, for amidst the chaos, there shines a glimmer of hope—a path to redemption paved with promises of prosperity and progress.

Socrates: Ha! A path to redemption indeed! But tell me, Cephalus, what of the others? What do the palm readers foresee for them?

Cephalus: Ah, the crystal balls and palm readings paint a vivid picture of ambition and determination, with visions of victory dancing in their heads. But beware, for lurking in the shadows are whispers of betrayal and backstabbing, threatening to derail their dreams of political conquest.

Socrates: Ah, betrayal and backstabbing! The stuff of political dramas and daytime soap operas. But tell me, Cephalus, what of the electorate? What do the fortune tellers predict for the outcome of the next election?

Cephalus: Ah, the electorate! The crystal balls and palm readings reveal a swirling vortex of indecision and scepticism, with voters torn between promises of prosperity and fear of the unknown. But fear not, for amidst the chaos, there shines a beacon of hope—a glimmer of democracy’s enduring spirit.

Socrates: Ha! A beacon of hope indeed! But tell me, Cephalus, do you believe in the prophecies of fortune tellers and palm readers?

Cephalus: Ah, Socrates, my friend! While I may remain a sceptic at heart, there’s no denying the entertainment value of their predictions. After all, what’s life without a little mystery and intrigue?

Socrates: Indeed, Cephalus. What’s life without a little mystery and intrigue? Well, my friend, it seems our drinks have run dry once again. Shall we continue our discussion over another round?

Cephalus: Absolutely, Socrates! To fortune tellers, palm readers, and the unpredictable twists and turns of Mauritian politics!

And with that, Socrates and Cephalus raise their glasses once more, toasting to the unpredictable world of Mauritian politics and the endless entertainment it provides.

Mauritius Times ePaper Friday 15 March 2024