SATIRICALLY SPEAKING
All hail the imaginative Johannesburg Mayor Thapelo Amad!
The City of Joburg should be grateful to have such an imaginative mayor.
Dear Diary,
I feel a bit down today, which is truly unusual for me. Ever since my mommy told me as a child, what a special unique snowflake I am, I’ve never doubted my general amazingness and undeniable magnetism; not even once in over four decades of life as me.
Yet, recent events have made me wonder if I might be the kind of person who overestimates my capacity for brilliance, optimism, vision, and imagination.
Banish the thought!
Still, even one as awesome as I, might have to take a bite of that humble Woolies pie, and admit that I may be infected and blinded by the worst kind of malady, Afro-pessimism.
Having driven up and down the bumpy streets of Johannesburg many times, I must confess that occasionally, I’ve lost hope and behaved like a kleva black. I wrote satirical columns about the city’s potholes, lampooning what I perceived to be failures of governance.
I see now that I was wrong to do so. Hence, it is only fitting that I now pen a mea culpa and ask for forgiveness as I try to do better, to rid myself of the unAfrican Afro-pessimism that has infected my very soul. South Africa is a truly great country led by some truly imaginative minds and they deserve my respect and reverence.
For this epiphany, I have one man to thank; a man I now realise to possibly be the most imaginative and Afro-optimistic among our leaders; a man who exemplifies a new generation of South African leader, a man untainted by experience and qualifications for the role he now finds himself in, the one and only Johannesburg mayor, Thapelo Amad.
So pure is Brother Thapelo, so unburdened with a competent working knowledge of capitalism, so blessed with a refreshingly childlike imagination that, while bouncing in and out of Jozi potholes that he has no idea how to fill, he sees in Johannesburg a future “smart city”; one that can be built now now, just now, with a 9.5 billion Rand loan at a 2% interest rate that falls far below the known benchmark interest rate of 7.75%.
Surely, the Messiah must have had Brother Thapelo in mind when, as the Apostle Matt tells it, he said, “unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.”
So incredible is the light that shines from Brother Thapelo, that one of our country’s great moral authorities, a man known to hold the powerful to account and demand they “pay back the money”, a figure so fearless he would lurch at a sitting president in the halls of parliament in the name of the people, now finds himself somewhat softened by the light of Afro-optimism that glows from Brother Amad’s dewy eyes. None other than the great and righteous Julius Malema himself is putting everything on the line for our Thapelo.
“We need to stop seeking validation from those who wish us failure; it’s a new thing we are trying to do and from time to time there will be gaps and we must close them if we are determined to make it work,” Malema said.
Thanks to Thapelo, the Imam who is also a saint in my eyes, a true unifier, thanks to him, the seed of Afro-optimism has been planted in mine and Malema’s soul. Its growth will be a journey that I must walk. As I read news of poverty, violence, incompetence, and actual malice rained down on the populace from the hallowed halls of governance, I will bottle my tears and water the tree of Afro-optimism so that it may grow.
So that, like the good Brother Thapelo and the sophisticated coalition machine that put this round-eyed visionary in a seat probably only his mother would have believed he would one day occupy, I too could look at Joburg’s potholes and see a city sommer just 9.5 billion rand away from Singaporean smart-cityness.
As I make my way through the city’s loadshed traffic lights-turned-four-way-stops, and look up at the city’s homeless-turned-traffic-guides, I too, like Mr Malema, will feel the warm glow of Brother Thapelo’s childlike light and realise that “it’s a new thing we are trying to do and, from time to time, there will be gaps and we must close them if we are determined to make it work”.
In the spirit of Afro-optimism that Brother Thapelo’s unbounded imagination has inspired in me, I will throw off the shackles of Afro-pessimism, and where others see unrivalled incompetence and suspect that we have reached rock bottom, I will see a trampoline that will shoot us back up to the glory days of … uhmm … let’s just say back to the glory days.
Namaste.
DM/ML
Brilliant piece of satire. Wish it were not so on the button.
I just love Malibongwe! Please can we read something from him every day!
Yes! A daily column! Love it.
I second that!
Brilliant! Thank you for the much needed laugh:)
Brilliant thank you Malibongwe. But perhaps your Afropessimism and my own, similar, sadness can be helped not only by the imaginative mayor, but by DM’s “Facts of the Day” which says that “There is a kind of jellyfish whose sting causes a sense of impending doom.” I have a strong feeling that I have been stung by that very jellyfish. It may just be possible that we have been swimming in the same murky waters of Mzansi.
Malibongwe Tylo, I look forward to your column every week, as an antidote to the despair & decay that surrounds us. I know that nothing will improve (alas), but for a few minutes, the gloom lifts & the sun comes out – thank you.
Thank you raising my spirits, hard to do these days, being part of the Saffa herd that struggles with ever increasing present traumatic stress disorder. Malibongwe Tyilo for Jhb mayor, president?
Just love your satire Malibongwe! Your writing never disappoints.
Besides the apt “namaste” conclusion is which ‘the light in you is greeted by the light in me’ (but none in CRs new minister of darkness) … you forget to nominate entrepreneurs Thapelo and Juju for the Thomas Edison and Henry Ford awards ! As Satchmo would croon … what a wonderful world ! Thanks.
How silly of one who takes every ‘gap’ that he can find … to recommend ‘closing’ them in this instance! As for those glory days … it must those of CR … who went from trade unionist to a billionaire … like his brother in law ! That should get your gaze out of the gutter of pessimism surely ?
Amen !!.
Excellent!
Brilliant. May light perpetual shine on him
Afro-pessimism must fall. And microsoft.