Whatshot
What is the issue
What is the issue
Date: 2017-02-24
I had a dream. Which reminds me of a wonderful film, or was it an amazing, liberating speech, or was it just a dream. Anyway I dreamt of a South Africa without corrupt politicians. You can't imagine how beautiful my dream was.
There were taxi loads of smiling children, their teeth as white as their freshly washed bed sheets. Gangs of workers were singing their way to work, the streets were clean and everybody smiled and greeted each other.
In my dream I could fly and as I passed through the sky scrapers in Diagonal Street I could see the graphs showing the value of the Rand all pointing upwards.
Hospitals were clean and all their equipment was working, the patients smiling though their suffering in the knowledge that their doctors knew what they were doing.
There was a marked absence of foreigners packing all our money into bags and carrying it out of the country and there were so many happy farmers everywhere growing crops and rearing livestock so much so that the markets were overflowing and the harbours were bustling with the efforts to export the surplus food to the rest of the world.
"This is what it would look like if we could just get rid of that one thing," I thought to myself as I slowly started to become aware of the tweet tweet tweet from the birds waking up to first light. "Just that one thing we would have to get rid of for our lives to change."
Then some disrespecting Hadedaa screeched its KAWAAA KAWAA right outside my bedroom window and I was rudely awakened.
I switched on the news and saw greedy politicians sneaking their buddies into powerful positions for obvious financial gains. As I drove around I saw school children risking their lives to get an education while the mega-fatcats clambered over each other and the corpses of their fellow men, in a desperate effort to get more, to fatten their backsides even more than they already were.
An emaciated beggar held out his hand to me for a few loose coins and as I tried to oblige I thought of how he had been robbed by the corrupt cavalcade riding, greed mongering leaders we have to endure.
Turning my attention to the world at large, I had no comforting feelings from a delusional dream to cushion the blow of what I found. Flagrant falsifying of news stories, propaganda piled high with hidden agendas packed to the rafters.
I think I even shed a tear for the people less fortunate than me, for the unemployed and homeless. I saw how Donald was being dragged into the quagmire of international political deceit and the juggernaut of opposing military might that is China facing off against America. I heard the pathetic spiteful us and them mentality of our leadership leading us all astray and I had to take a deep shuddering breath in an effort to calm myself down while I contemplated this mess.