ON Sunday, I was late and bedraggled getting to the ANC conference, dragging my suitcase and looking every bit the flustered female. The plenary sessions, where all the action is, are held in a huge and beautiful tent bedecked in flowing green, black and gold. The delegation was not militant, as I had expected from experience reporting the party’s conference at Polokwane in 2007 where they, like Zuma, felt under siege. The split was about six men out of every 10 delegates: largely black with a sprinkle of highly vocal Indian loyalists. I spotted a single white woman wearing ANC colours. The women in the delegation looked like they had modelled their image on various of the Zuma wives and seemed as smitten with the president as the first ladies.