Sawubona Mongameli, His Excellency Cyril Matamela Ramaphosa. I am running low on ink, writing pads and patience. My English language kitty is almost bare. I am dog-tired of refreshing my inbox searching for your mail.
It is sad to realise that you’re tone-deaf and blind to hurting my feelings. In fact, I’m gatvol of the whole business of statecraft and imagined generational dialogues. For over a year now, I have diligently written weekly “love letters” to you in the vain hope that you will write back.