Hearing voices above Obomber’s thunder
Vez’ithanga for Tata
Vera dressed up the other day and put on her favourite perfume to go stand in the sun and listen to that guy who thanked the world for giving him a Nobel peace prize by bombing Libya to smithereens.
Of course it was all for Madiba and what could beat that for Sis Vera to show off an asset or two?
What of the McBuffalo’s big confession though just minutes before Barack Obomber took to the podium?
Just in case, like the rest of those Hougton-types who filled up the Wanderers Stadium and heard only what Big Ears Barry had to say, our billionaire president revealed his ultimate dream.
Dreams do come true but...
No, his wasn’t a “I have a dream” a la Martin Luther King Jnr. No, no. Cupcake said he has spent sleepless nights dreaming of being Mandela and hearing his voice.
Vera knows that there’s pretty little anyone could have learnt as an understudy of uBaba kaD.
But Nxamalala once hit the nail on the head early in his presidency when he told the BBC that there was but only one Mandela.
Zithume wena self
So, Cupcake dear, as that other Prez – the one famous for the pipe and poetry – once observed, Mandela’s shoes are too big to fill.
Walk your own walk. Thuma yourself and stop hearing voices.
Voice of the...
Vera thought she too was hearing voices in her head when Obomber’s speech sounded all militant and radical that she at times suspected that he was a few sentences away from calling for land expropriation without compensation and the nationalisation of the mines.
There he was riling against the superrich and their greedy ways and Vera couldn’t help noticing that there on stage with him were two of the wealthiest men in South Africa – the president and his sbali Patrice Motsepe – cheering him on.
Voice from the grave
Maybe Obomber was hearing voices too, a signal from Mama that the two needed a lesson from the Freedom Charter: that the people must “share in the country’s wealth”.
Are they ready to share? Ol’ Big Ears did say, after all, that a person can eat only so much.
Signal, and land, delivered
Speaking of Mama’s signal, did you guys see the story of people from a Nomzamo informal settlement in Mpumalanga invading an unoccupied piece of land?
When asked why they were grabbing land, residents of the settlement – named after Winnie Nomzamo Madikizela-Mandela – said Mama had given them a signal.
Missing in action
Back at the Wanderers Stadium, Vera was surprised not to spot the self-styled Obama of Soweto, AKA Mini-Mandela in the crowd.
Has the troubles with Auntie Pat dampened the pastor’s spirits so much so that he has turned his back on Obama and Madiba?
Back in action
It turns out that Vera’s fears were unfounded. A day after the event, MyMoney was spotted at a Mandela Day event kissing and hugging babies, dressed in a, yes you guessed it, a Madiba shirt.
Only one Nelson Mandela!
New ditty for Aunt Patty
Vera did spot Auntie Pat in the Obomber crowd and the Nkandla Crooner’s one-time parliamentary tormentor, Lindiwe Mazibuko. And did y’all see Die Kaapse Auntie singing along and dancing merrily to Phakama Ramaphosa?
Is that a signal, Auntie Pat, that you’re hearing Khongolose voices calling you home?
Visa king
Vera does not mean to be disrespectful, after all she still wants to marry a prince. But she could not help wondering when she saw Zulu King Goodwill Zwelithini among VIPs. Does his majesty realise if he carried out his threat to divorce his kingdom by the sea from Mzansi he would have had to apply for a visa just to travel from KwaNongoma and see Obama in Jozi?