The circus is back in town.
The election season is fully upon South Africans. And is preparing for an ending of the highest quality, with fireworks fit for New York timesquare on New Year’s eve. The grand masters are bringing the show to your nearest doorstep. Packed with promises of delivery, if elected by some, and reference to past achievements by other clowns. Impossible is not a word in any partys’ candidate list. There is no municipality too far or ward too small for grand shows.
These actors are prepared and willing to put in the performance of their lives to convince you to place a cross next to their candidate of choice. Some fledgling parties have struggled to find a place in our young democracy and have all but slipped into oblivion. Others have allowed despotic rulers to dictate the terms of leadership backed by a career of human rights abuses and convenient support of “the enemy”.
The most interesting act to watch this time around will be the one which is so enormous that it can no longer move in one direction, the three headed snake which was once the trusted shepherd amongst a vulnerable flock.
The great liberation movement that has trampled and thrown every other contributor in the struggle for freedom and equality into a vortex of irrelevance is surely one that cannot be missed. Draped in Wiz Khalifa-inspired regalia, you can be sure that their utterances will be heard even in the tiniest of corners. What else would you expect from a brand that is almost a hundred and arguably more visible than Coke with its 25 year lead at rallies.
Someone should tell these acrobats adept at juggling public spending that there is a difference between running a country as a government and being a liberation movement. The three headed snake does not understand the fundamentals that are required to perform the former and were assisted with unpacking the latter. No African country can truly say that they have mastered this tricky transition phase of a revolution.
Alas democracy is but too young and inexperienced.
The local government elections are an interesting segment of our democracy in the sense that the theatrics that surround them are almost always amusing and at times sad.
Electioneering takes the various food-parcel-giving political parties to all corners of the country. This is when the elite get a feel of what is happening beyond their high and tax-funded walls in the most exclusive suburbs of Johannesburg and Cape Town to name but a few.
Domestically education is transforming and giving rise to another generation of morons who will argue about how we should run mines yet can’t even suggest how the lights should be kept on. Or better yet, how to create jobs for a youth that is becoming exasperated and desperate as each day passes without reward.
They get to see the real indignity suffered by those who don’t have access to water, electricity and proper sanitation. Yet they do nothing! But promise to perform.
As bold and misinformed as the above line sounds, it is as true as what a poor man believes and sees. T-shirts are great, so are branded cars and even struggle inspired chants. Don’t get me started on those!
Viva the encore. El Presidente voting at hometown Nkandla. With a guaranteed 20 votes accompanying his circus ticket. His wives and concubines!