I'm proudly Limpopian. That's to say I'm a native of the province of Limpopo, and proud of it.
I know that in many circles this statement will be the object of much derision. How else can these poor people react to my professed patriotism with anything but derision!
After the sustained onslaught against the province by the media, everybody and everthing, we can only be objects of derision. It can't be otherwise after the province has been tarred and feathered as the province where corruption is institutionalised and where five departments, including treasury, are run from outside the province.
In a sense Limpopo is sold as synonymous with corruption. So much so you may think of the province in terms of William Butler Yeats' poem, The Second Coming - things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; / Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
Some mischievous commentators went as far as pronouncing us as Zimpopo, and our capital city Polokwane as Pothole-kwane!
My plea through this missive is to proclaim that Limpopo is very much alive - alive and kicking as others may put it. We remain the province of many great men and women who have made their indelible marks in the province, the country and elsewhere in the world.
With the abundance of talent Limpopo can only be another Timbuktu, the centre of excellence in the search for knowledge and answers to the world's problems.
As for the potholes that so irritated that poor commentator who insulted our capital city with the name Pothole-kwane, the Honourable Mayor is seeing to it that they are no more. This I have read today in our local newspaper, I have no reason to doubt my Mayor's word.
President Jacob Zuma may also have his Valley of Time moment like Ezekiel from the Holy Bible and command the dry bones of Limpopo to rise.
This moment will obviously mark the triumph of Limpopo over Zimpopo and permanently wipe the smile off the faces of our detractors.