10 Digits of An African Leader's Hands

I will start with the left hand, the weak hand The thumb, I suck, as a symbol of my laziness The index, I point, blaming and passing the buck The middle, I raise, cursing and swearing at opponents The ring, I hide, because I’m married to mediocrity The little, I use, trying to lift the tonnes of debt I inherited What about the right hand, the stronger? I use all the digits to rake in all that I can I know you think I loot, pillage and plunder But I only look out for myself, carry out my plan