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- Some, instead of programs and ideas, have long been busy with archaeology. They don’t dig for the future - they dig a hole for themselves. Budgets, aid, donor money - all goes underground like pirate treasure. There’s a map, there’s an X, but that X isn’t for the people - it’s a cross over the country.- Others, supposedly “independent,” suddenly turned out to be technical puppets. The people believe in the candidate, while the candidate bows to the chief and kisses his hand, selling out for a promised post.- The third team decided to “catch the youth vibe.” Dancing in VOTE T-shirts under a TikTok lamp. The youth are laughing, but definitely not reposting with ballots.- The promise-grandpa hid. Not just hid - the women shoved him into the symbolic crack of the Seychelles. Politics drove him straight into the rock. Into the anus of this whole story he went.- And the reds are calling “back.” So far back that even in the Garden of Eden a shocked Lord holds His head. The beginning of time itself - that’s their program. Before everything, before meaning, before reality.🎭 That’s what the campaign looks like: some are giving up furniture, some are giving up elections, some are giving up dances, some are giving up to women, and some dive headfirst into a primitive paradise.To be continued…
— Some are so “modern” that they don’t even run their own campaigns anymore — a subscription-based tin can does the thinking for them.— Others keep calling us back. Not just “to the past,” but to an age where the only program was a club and a campfire. The older, the better — that’s their “vision of the future.”— The tired old man who once promised mountains of gold can barely move his legs, while the women demand their money back. A literally eaten-away credit of trust.— Then there are those who already know it’s time to pack. A box marked “personal” is the best outcome of their five-year strategy.— And for some, elections don’t matter at all: while everyone talks campaigns, he’s busy searching for his “stash.” Politics bores him — he’s chasing a very different kind of “content.”⸻🎭 The whole essence of Seychellois politics in five sketches.
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Stepping into the same river twice.
The students once again brought the very same thesis for defense — only the cover page was rewritten.
🔴 The Reds, as always, call everyone back to the “good old times.”
🔊 Others build their entire campaign around a single word — OUT, ready to kick everyone off the islands.
👃 Someone found a “more important” job for the evening — digging deep into their own nose.
📺 And about the main hero — viewers speculated and condemned, saying they didn’t show up for the debates. But they did! Only the same old way!
And, oddly enough, the best performance came from… the tall one! 😁
Such is the level of these “future leaders.”
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Some run from door to door with promises, like true diploma marathoners.
Others organize a motorcade of three rusty cars called “last breath.”
Some spent the whole weekend bravely fighting the landfill fire.
Meanwhile, the red camp hosted a “Back to Old Times” rock concert.And the cherry on top: one of the race participants “discovered” an ancient sign carved by prehistoric people.
Mushrooms, joints, Indians, and a chest of gold – that’s their entire “prophecy.”Great politics, Seychellois style: preparing a “surprise” alliance scratched on a rock.Interesting, how soon will they announce their union?To be continued…
– One chickened out so badly he argued with his TV in boxer shorts and beer, thinking that counts as a debate.
– Another rode in on a mammoth, convinced the past is still the program for the future.
– The old man barely held on, hooked up to oxygen and energy drinks, just trying not to snore into the mic.
– One spent the whole evening chanting: “I know where to find millions,” yet never said where, when, or from whom.
– And one showed up as if defending a thesis — with books, a folder, and the look of a “certified” straight-A student.– And then there were three random men who somehow slipped in. They stood behind the podiums, mumbling something, but it remained a complete mystery: why they came, with what information, and for whom at all.📺 In the end, the spectacle turned out like this: some were in a circus, some in a museum of prehistoric exhibits, some in an exam hall… and three more just extras for the background.To be continued…
The political circus is in full swing: one coward skipped the debates, another runs from journalists like a cockroach from the light, a third put the nation to sleep with his “press show,” the fourth is already apologizing to neighbors as if he’s president, and the fifth is selling people a rainbow butterfly instead of a real program.To be continued…
When you have power – campaigning comes easy. Just lean on the administration and suddenly the whole school turns into your HQ.But without power… everyone improvises in their own way. Some juggle and perform tricks right at the school assembly, others hand out spoonfuls of sugar spun into cotton candy. Some promise to take everyone “back to the ancient tribes”, while others go door to door with leaflets only to be scared off by yard dogs.Political creativity on September 1st: those with power push, those without – clown around.To be continued…
Today was a big day for all the Seypsons: every candidate dragged their vice president onto the stage.The choice is rich - from the “elite” to the “beaten by life.”
Meet the team of the future… if we ever make it to that future.To be continued…
The election circus is in full swing.
Some are left with empty pockets, unable to help even the poorest.
Some are left with empty heads — so they steal ideas from others and call them their own.
Others are handing out fridges for ballots, like traders at a market.
Someone, lost in smoke, sees conspiracies and assassination plots.
And one turns his HQ into a beer-throwing range — a “meeting” Wavel-style. 🍺That’s how it goes: every day, a new episode of this absurd show.To be continued…
While other parties hand out freebies like calendars, pens and notepads, this ‘entrepreneurial’ comrade turns it all into a business plan. Produced with public money - sold for your money. Market stall, discounts on keychains, sales on pens… And only his conscience is out of stock.
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The election circus is in full swing.
One barks at the navy as if the fleet were his private campaign crew.
Another has plastered the city with so many posters he crowned himself king on a throne of his own litter.
A third proudly unveils his “Dream Team” — cardboard smiles and borrowed faces.
Someone found a new partner, and together they now inherit the grand tradition of flipping the bird instead of offering a program.
And someone else still dreams of a green paradise — islands overgrown with just one plant.Each with their own “talent,” yet all playing the same tired show.To be continued…
The week kicks off.
One rolls through the streets with his graduation-smile billboard.
Another plastered the city with “Back to old times” posters — even the seagulls are shocked.
A third waves his Vatican selfie, demanding worship as the new “anointed one.”
A lady takes an oath from a senile grandpa just to stay in the game.
And the last one is late as usual, but assures his stoned fans still get the message.To be continued…
It’s Sunday, and the Seypsons have a day off.
Someone shouts into a megaphone at seagulls and fish.
Someone chills with a can of beer, completely forgetting about “state affairs.”
Someone got so exhausted over the week that they stayed home with a blood pressure monitor and pills.
Someone spent the day in family shorts under House of Cards.
And someone decided to connect to the cosmos itself, trying to catch new ideas.Everyone relaxes the way they can.
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The old madness shows itself in full: instead of building or creating, the only skill left is to destroy and break. Today it’s billboards, tomorrow it could be the whole country.
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While the country waits for work and solutions, someone rushed to the Vatican — complaining that the Almighty is being too harsh on him. The reply, however, was simple: “Everything is in God’s hands.”
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One pastes billboards with the eternal middle finger, another mumbles broken Creole that nobody understands. A third raises his can and mockingly congratulates the losers. Someone turns to a fortune teller and a bag of cash, another churns out social media reels, while someone else gathers the discarded old guard.
The Seychellois watch this carnival and trust no one.
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The candidates at the market: one handing out promises, another smiles, and the third — bags. Seychellois nod, smile… and still walk past to buy fish. After all, discounts at the market are more real than politicians’ promises.
Everyone is officially at the starting line.
Some run for votes, some run from the past, and some just show their true character to the voters.
The race promises to be heated.
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Not everyone makes it to the starting line.
Some were blocked by the system, others were buried by their own.
Agents always know when the mission is complete.
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Weekends and holidays are sacred. And here comes the whole Seychellois ‘Seypsons circus’ gathered on La Digue - each with their own quirks, but all with one goal: to show up and remind everyone they exist. A real pilgrimage for attention!
Another candidate shows up.
Parties? Ideologies? Colors? — Doesn’t matter.
With the support of an agent of foreign intelligence services, principles suddenly become optional.To be continued…
Another unexpected “star” joins the race!
The missing district funds have finally been found…
Just enough to pay the candidate registration fee — and even cover a mini election campaign.Who knew democracy could be so… profitable?To be continued…
Another “saviour of the nation” has shown up at the protest outside the administration — a certified candidate.
They say with a diploma like that, doors open by themselves…To be continued…
While protests rage under Wavel’s windows and his ratings plunge into the basement, a new player appears on the streets.
Strolling with his new girlfriend, he’s already picturing himself in the president’s chair.Looks like the hunt for the throne has begun.
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Through the window of his office, Wavel takes in… the results of his own rule.
A crowd outside, placards reminding him of broken promises, and angry faces – the true reflection of his entire term.
What will he do now?
New excuses or the same old tricks?
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47 days to the election.
An entire term gone to waste - promises unkept, the country far worse off than before.
Poll numbers in freefall, panic in the camp.What will they come up with this time - fresh promises or the same old lies?
Will they manage to fool people once again?
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