Dear Obed

I bid you warm greetings from eThekwini.
I hope all is well in the land of Queen Lizzie, in spite of the Brexit buffoons.
I can’t believe I was ever enamored with Boris Johnson. Ugh. I fear Great Britain will be rendered a Little Island.
All is not good in your old hood, as you must have heard. Between the racists and the radicals, we’re all a bit asunder.
Let me start with the Nazis. It is vile how more of them appear to be creeping out of the woodwork to spew their venom across the land.
As if Penny Sparrow wasn’t enough, we had to hear Vicki Momberg (both estate agents, mind you) disgorge her hideous prejudice.
A pair of white thugs beat up a petrol attendant in Limpopo (it was captured on CCTV).
And then some idiot with a warped view of Christianity tried to give biblical justification for excluding black people from his ST Lucia B&B.

Hey boet, sometimes I despair.

I appreciate there is an apartheid legacy and you can’t easily fix stupidity and brainwashing.
These people are not representative of all South Africans, but what is so absolutely galling is how barefaced their bigotry is.

There’s very little you can do with these people. Only education brings enlightenment. Alas, a snotklap won’t do.
So someone Tweeted after the Vicki Momberg diatribe that it was ironic that two estate agents had captured the South Africa’s attention when land and racism preoccupied the national psyche.

They made a good point. And what is the ruling party seized with?
Well, neither racism nor land reform. Not seriously anyway.
ANC leaders are preoccupied with keeping themselves in clover.
And that’s the tragedy of it all. Foolish racists and radicals and comrades who, in pursuit of their own agendas, torch schools and neighborhoods,  all claim the spotlight when they would be barely tolerated if the ANC were half serious about governing.

President Jacob Zuma’s ridiculous folly over Nkandla has reduced the national discourse to quibbles over a chicken run and a cattle kraal, when we should be earnestly engaged around education, proper health care, entrepreneurship and competing in a global economy.

Zuma could have averted it all if he showed serious reflection and remorse at the outset.

Instead he tried, as has become the tradition of shameless comrades, to brazen his way through the debacle.

He makes a mockery of accountability and sets the low standard for democracy in South Africa.

Obed, I’ve said this before so forgive me if I’m becoming a bore: the ANC’s misrule distracts us from the hope and prospects that surround us.

A few weeks ago I read a story in the Sunday Times about how the lives of 2600 Matriculants in Vuwani hung in the balance because their schools had been ravaged in ANC related protests.

About 52 000 children can’t go to school and most of the nearly 3000 Grade 12’s will have to repeat the year.

Except a handful being tutored for free by civic-minded Muhali Mudau, a second-year BSc applied mathematics student at the University of South Africa. He teamed up with unemployed biochemistry graduate, Eric Ragau who decided to help out.

Ordinary South Africans are beautifully resilient and deserve to flourish.

So while the comrades squabble over their positions and their lines of patronage, we have citizens wanting to just get on with it.

Lukhanyo Calata, the son of slain anti-apartheid activist Fort Calata, resigned from the SABC this week. He was gatvol of Hlaudi  Motsoeneng’s BS.

“For anyone to tell me…you can’t write this…in a democracy…when literally thousands of people died for this right…it doesn’t work like that. This is not what my father died for.”

Well done to the informal teachers of Vuwani, to Lukhyano Calata and millions of South Africans who do the right thing every single day.

If only the president, the ruling party comrades and the handful of vile racists did the same, we’d have a stab at being the winning nation we could well be.