My dear president,
I feel sorry for you. Somehow you lost touch with your audience and they are now restless and demand a new set. Your advisors (if you have any) should be shot or at least shown that infamous rock where Shaka deposed of his unserving servants.
Surrounding you with people like Maharaj did not help. In fact that was one of your worst tactical blunders. This guy is not even respected by his own people.
You insisted on appointing inexperienced and totally out of depth people to key positions. There are so many to name I do not even want to go there. But probably your greatest sin is that you lost touch with the commoner, that vote casting sun soaking citizen so important to your political backbone.
You pee'd them off with your many wifes and your tunnelled quarters. Somehow you thought your subjects will whistle and cheer while you stand on the balcony and bask in the glory of another wife.
Although we are in Africa and the kind of "royal mentality" still exist here, you did have some other duties to fulfill.
Apart from accumulating wives, you also had to look out for other basic essentials like service delivery, education, health care and believe or not,the security of your people.
By allowing corrupt Nigerians (and I am not saying they are all corrupt) to overrun our country in droves and set up a supply chain of drugs better organised than your police force, you have exposed our youth to an evil threatening to destroy the holy fabric of the family.
I am amazed by the blatant arrogance of drug dealers approaching my vehicle when I stop in certain areas in Port Elizabeth. To say there are a few cracks to fix is an understatement. Society is cracked wide open like an egg ready to be scrambled.
When you became president I was one of those willing to allow you into that all important presidential seat. You came across as a people's man, a sincere working class individual that had the right profile to find that elusive rainbow everyone is looking for.
In one observation I was correct! You were a people's man, the corrupt people's man. It is so sad that all the pain, the emotional stress and other abuses your people endured was in vain,squandered for the feel of a padded wallet.
You chased down liberation, you and your fellow politicians and once you got hold of it you pulled it up a tree like a leopard, out of reach of other fellow rainbow hunters, not willing to share. As you feast on your catch filling your gut with the sweet meats, little pieces fall to the ground where your subjects scramble for a sliver,and in order to get their share they make dubious plans to get their hands on some bounty.
And all the time the fat cats are sitting up the tree watching, snarling amongst themselves.
But out of this mayhem developed something positive. I can see it on the comments in News 24. Black and white people are starting to find each other, a certain "overlapping" is starting to unfold. People are starting to sing from the same hymn book.
Although blatant racism is still previlant from both black and white, a certain "common ground" is appearing out of this ocean of corruption, nepotism, lies and blatant thieving of taxpayers money. People are starting to group together on these islands of hope. Van Der Merwe is talking to Ntini and Richards is chatting to Grootboom. And it is really sad that your incompetence had to be the catalyst to get this long overdue conversation going.
We are now all facing an uncertain future. Crime is out of control, politicians are looting like hungry hyenas and oppurtunists have stepped into this vacuum you created and are manipulating the emotions of the masses to their own wallet. Your political career is almost certainly over and you will be remembered for all the wrong reasons and here I choose to ignore the Spear issue-just one of the political pimples you allowed to grow on your political face.
But far too late for a political facelift now. Allowing your nephew(cousin) to parade with Cuban cigars and gull winged Mercs while the workers at his mine were starving with hardly a whimper from your side was one of the most efficient political ha ri ki ri"S ever witnessed.
It is comical that Beki Cele, a proven skelm forced by the press out of your surrounding wall of armour is now campaigning against you. It is the lust for wealth that forces him back sunto politics. The Roux Shabanga bone was wrestled from his jowls and he wants it back. Why is it, in Africa, virtually impossible to get rid of a corrupt politician?
Eish! Africa is a strange continent. Maybe it is time for a new political party. One where politicians pursue the goals of the people they represent without considering their own wallets.But as a certain ANC cadre once said. "I was not a freedom fighter to be poor."
Your minister of finance has, since taking over from Trevor Manual, grown in facial stature to the extend where he can, with a raised finger, do a serious impersonation of the Groot Krokkedil himself. What I am trying to say is that the fat of the land attaches itself to areas where it is most royally applied.
And you Mr president, you twisted the freedom you so long pined for into an unrecognisable mess of tangled hopes and dreams. Your chosen political leaders dressed themselves in outrageous outfits and flashy shoes bought with stolen money. And the leopard remains up the tree jealously guarding his prey . . .
The new order taking over from you is also there for the mali.You really squandered a golden opportunity to rub some painful winds out of the complex political stomach of this young democracy. We are holding our breaths . . .