There are times when people assume you are wrong and you have no way to prove that you are right. No one wants Alpha. Everyone thinks he is wrong. And with this weekend’s elections postponed by the Sports Commission themselves, something caught my attention.

No one knows why Alpha still wants to be President of local athletics, everyone wants him out. He has done little to convince us why he should be President; rather he has only brought confusion to the sports world.
There is nothing to suggest that Alpha Kangueehi is right. We all want him gone as late as yesterday. But at the same time, the Sports Commission has been blundering enough to keep him on the scene. This reminds me of an incident that occurred three years ago, about a man who was first innocent but found guilty because of his failure to present his case.
On that day, this man received the beating of his life in full view of a kombi load of Walvis Bay bound passengers – all for a fart that was not his.
I was in that VW kombi following my girlfriend – now my wife - to a church conference in Kuisebmund. We parked at Usakos to refill.
Nobody heard it, but suddenly a malodorous stench filled the air. It was obvious someone had done ‘it’.
One of the female passengers opened a window to let in the cold breeze, while the others screamed obscenities until one of the few men on board tried to calm the others down. This enraged them even more. One woman wagged a finger at the neutral man and swore, “This means it’s you. Why do you sh** in the Kombi?”
She was right, you don’t release in the bus, but this guy with a Caprivian accent reacted, “No woman speaks to me like that...I am not your husband…”
He didn’t finish the sentence. The woman dove at him with her head. He tried vainly to defend himself, but the woman, heavily built, had already done the damage. Why had he reacted, I wondered?
By the time the other women managed to pull the attacker off him, the man had a ping-pong ball sized lump on his forehead and opened the window to spit out blood. His shirt was in tatters.
He did not cry out, but rather did all he could to muster his dignity – smiling when he must have been sobbing inside.
I gave him a tissue and he wiped the mixture of blood, sweat, mucus and tears from his face.
I felt sorry for him, but even sorrier when I realised the damage I had done in that bus. Besides the handsome-ness, I also had Helge Schutz’s Namibia Sports magazine on my lap and earphones connected to my cell phone - nobody would have suspected me.
I will never drink or laugh to that Usakos drama.
To this day, everyone who remembers the incident still thinks the Caprivian man did ‘it’.
In laughing at the farting issue, we unmask the peril that our sports is now in. Who is to blame for the athletics mess? Namibia Sports Commission, Kangueehi, the regions, GRN, the media or the Interim Committee?
Alpha has blundered by reacting and behaving in a manner unbecoming, for instance taking AN to court, and everyone is convinced the dude is power hungry. Unlike the guy in the kombi, I think Alpha should admit to whatever he has done or not done.
I think the country has been fooled long enough. We might be foolish, but we are certainly not fools.
Equally the Sport Commission has failed this country.
On paper, if you put Kangueehi there and Frankie Fredericks there, the former would look like someone who should be leading a mob of African Stars supporters at Independence Stadium, whilst the latter would look as though he should be working some place where they determine the difference between the sun and the moon.
I predicted three months ago that letting the elections go ahead in November 2008 at Katima Mulilo, for the devils’ sake, was the gravest mistake. I know by now you think I am against Kangueehi. Well, of course I personally prefer Frankie. It’s ridiculously long for Alpha to be President for another four years.
But before you judge whose side I am on, here is the puzzle. Substitute the VW kombi for Namibia, the Caprivian guy for Alpha Kangueehi, the violent woman for Frankie, the other women in the bus for all of us in the country, and the petrol attendants laughing at the mayhem for IAAF. And the Sport Commission (NSC)? Me.
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