As I write this piece, I am angry and perturbed.
This state of mind is not something that just developed.
Today the nation will have their eyes glued to their TV screens or their ears to their radios, listening to JZ giving his State Of the Nation Address(Sona).
As usual this would be characterized by the glitz and the glamour of a fashion parade.
Politicians will be seen strutting the red carpet full of themselves as if the country is not facing challenges.
I hope the red berets will behave as has become the norm in the past couple of months.
Perhaps they have learned the lesson that if one tampers with the government of the day, the full might of their bruteness will be visited on you. Ask the family of the late Andries Tatane. Ask the families of the miners killed in Marikana.
Sona, as it is being referred to in Mzantsi, where we seem to love our abbreviations. Where people are no longer referred to by their full titles, but acronyms.
DDG, DDGI, DM, DDM, GM, the list is endless.
Still at Sona; I want to say that whatever the president promises, they need to deliver on it.
Fooling people for so long and making promises that are never fulfilled will backfire one day.
I am saying this based on the perspective of the working class under banner of Affirmative Action or Economic Empowerment, which is not at all being honoured by the private companies.
Companies are taking advantage of loopholes within the legislation to disregard these laws meant to redress the inequalities of the past.
As for my anger, I have been coached that when anger visits you, one should try and contain yourself, and find something else to do in order to create a distraction from what is troubling you.
True. Writing this piece has given me the necessary decoy to rid me of my ire.
And now that am done penning the diatribe, I am fine with myself and can’t wait to write another one for next week.
