Whatshot
Through my eyes
Through my eyes
Date: 2018-02-09
Its one AM and I'm awake again, at this ungodly hour. The wind is howling and the neighbourhood dogs are going off. I have so much on my mind; it's keeping me awake.
I am worried about my boys in Cape Town and Day Zerothey are completely unprepared and 'chilled' about it, not really believing that one day soon their water is going to be switched off and they will be left high and dry. They're millennials.
I mean what are the options; best-case scenario - a devastating cyclone sweeps through the cape and floods the province. Worse case scenario my boys interrupt their studies and move back home to Ballito. I dread that, maybe this is what is keeping me up at night.
As I lie here listening to the violent threshing of the North Easterly wind, I think about our president and his dilemma right now. I think about all the regrets he must have as he is sitting at the threshold of his political demise.
It must be truly frightening for Jacob to be in this position; nobody loves him, even less cares about his feelings. None of his comrades want to play with him and they're slowly taking away his toys.
The saddest thing of all is that he can't run off and cry to his mother because even if she was around she would be turning her back on him as well.
I never hated Jacob, like some people did. I always had compassion for him and his political destiny. Many years ago (like more then twenty), when Jacob was still a lowly KZN minister, we shared a lift at the Royal Hotel in Durban.
In those days he was kind and jovial and impressionable. He asked my name and wanted to know what I was doing, where I was from and I can say now that we connected. That day Jacob had a lovely light in his eyes and I immediately felt a certain admiration for him.
In many encounters with Jacob as president, I have searched for that light ever since. I explored the air around him and all I found was the arrogance and officiousness. The indignation has set in around him and the wolves are wailing at the door.
I should be resentful towards Jacob, but all I feel is pity. He had every opportunity to make South Africa greater, for every man, woman and child but instead he got embroiled with crooks and con artists.
The winds of change are blowing my thoughts through the arcades of time. I dream in beautiful HD colour, big screen and surround sound, I dream of a peaceful South Africa. Where the winds of change will blow through the cobwebs of time and deliver us to a much happier time.
Where sleazy politicians are held accountable for their actions and where all its citizens have access to basic human rights.
Big dreams I know, but that's all that is left.
Wishing all you a fabulous week ahead.