It pains me to sit here and compose this dirge to you. I used to love you - with all my heart. I guess I still do, but my love for you is as irrelevant as the the evangelical era. I used to believe that you deserved better - a better life for all, but I see you hold a different view. Yesterday you nearly killed me when I suggested that the money our president improperly benefitted from would have built you a toilet or sponsored your business idea, but you said Nkandla is not a big deal. When I painstakingly pointed out that the IEC was not safe in the hands of someone who sees nothing wrong with an irregular tender, you said Tlakula remains independent, despite her lapse in judgement.
When I reminded you that Jimmy Mohlala was killed days before he could testify on tender corruption in the construction of the Mbombela Stadium in Mataffin you felt I had run out of ideas. You didn't even care that the prosecutor in the case had to stop his work because his superiors had different opinions about the R1,2 billion questionable tender. Little did you care when I took you through a report revealing the fact that 50% of the water people drink in Mpumalanga is practically kak and that this all amounts to lack of political will. We have always had a water budget, but it was used to spread buy vehicles worth millions so that our leaders can have better sex than the next guy in Shatale township.
I am still shocked that you can't marry corruption with your own suffering. I am hurt that you don't realise that your grandmother has to queue for Panado at the clinic for a harrowing six hours simply because your leaders hire their friends supply medication and build better medical facilities. It is my solemn prayer that one day I get to understand how you fail to link crime with the NYDA's failure to help our bleeding youth. Help me understand what we expect these young people to do when their ideas are stolen and given incompetent comrades to cash the empowerment fund with.
I would be happier if you could explain what a T-shirt and food parcels really mean about your freedom 20 years since Madiba took office. Are you truly free? Why are the same politicians who failed to deliver water in your neighbourhood in the past 20 years suddenly able to send a water tanker and traffic vehicles full of party T-shirts? What is it about the T-shirt that makes you forget that last year you burned your own library in fury over the services that our leaders clearly refuse to deliver? What is it that makes you forget that more than 30 mineworkers were mowed down Sharpeville-style when they requested that the politician co-owned company pay them better wages?
Do you remember that the same politicians were union leaders back in their day? Yesterday they demanded that the white man treat the black with dignity and pay him better wages, but today they call for concomitant action against workers. Are food parcels enough to erase your memory when it comes to this reality? Are you blind to see that people are spitting on Madiba's grave through their downright wicked actions against the majority of our people? I mean, how do you justify R100 million spent to mourn Madiba in Mpumalanga when more than 40% (some say 70%) of the youth of Mpumalanga are without jobs? Would Madiba have wanted the money to be spent on a weeklong memorial or for it to be spent on a legacy project to create jobs for the unemployed? But who cares? Not you, my rural voter.
You don't want to think much about these real issues. You tell me the ruling party is not an individual but a collective. But then I ask you, which collective? Did the collective disband the youth league across the country or did some individuals do it? Who expelled Julius and led to the creation of the EFF? Was it the collective or some individuals? Who disbanded branches in Mpumalanga and other disrespected parts of the province? Was Malema really expelled because he was anathema to the dignity of the party or was it because he threatened to remove a particular leader in Mangaung? If Mathale bankrupted Limpopo, why was Mpumalanga not put under administration as well? Yes. Mpumalanga is the province where rhino horns worth R500 million (more than Nkandla upgrades) were stolen from a secure safe at the MTPA offices.
But what is R500 million to you rural voter? You don't even care that the Auditor-General says the money meant to improve your life disappeared without being accounted for. No wonder some government directors own five vehicles and three mentions at a salary worth less than R100 000 a month. Not forgetting that their 20 children all go to private schools worth R10 000 in monthly school fees for each child. I fail to understand what is it that makes so much money stolen from service delivery projects not matter to you rural voter.
I mean, for Nkandla's sake, you can't even afford to buy yourself roll-on to ward of the perspiration you endured when pushing the wheelbarrow to fetch water five kilometres from your dilapidated home. This is the last straw for me. Your love for the ANC makes me an irrelevant activist. Your love for the ANC exposes my stupidity. If you love the ANC, who am I fighting for? Not you - because you clearly don't give a damn. Why should I give a damn? I don't have to.
I live a life much better than yours working for the private sector. Water or electricity is never turned off around my neighbourhood without the residents being informed. It takes one day to fix a pothole down my street. So, why am I worried about you rural voter? I have tried to open your eyes until I realised I was the blind one. Thank you for opening my eyes. I will never fight the ANC. In fact, I will join the ANC and vote for it and work with it to create an even much better life for myself and my friends. Clearly you don't care about what happens to you.
So, please, after May 7, do not nauseate me with your complaints about service delivery. Don't talk to me, talk to your councillor. Tell your councillor that there is nepotism at the municipality or provincial department. I don't want to hear none of it. From today on I am not going to waste your time, so please, don't waste mine tomorrow. The wise have written, "You reap what you sow." Therefore, enjoy the fruits of your vote - I know I will enjoy mine. Why should I struggle for people who don't need me to struggle for them? You have made your choice; and I will be making mine.
As I said, I used to love you. I guess I still do. I love you enough to respect your choice. Please exercise your democratic right to vote and live with the consequences.
The ANC lives the ANC leads
We will rule until Jesus Christ comes back. Thanks to you.
Former Disgruntled Citizen