Crooked MPs fear making the cut
With recycled arteries and feeling like a new man, for some or other absurd reason I expected South Africa to have undergone the same metamorphosis. Must be the side effects of the drugs?
During my hospitalisation the only television I watched was the rugby match in which the Bokke were unlucky to lose against the All Blacks. Or so my pill-riddled brain told me at the time.
On reaching home, I switched on the news channel. Wrong move. Should've opted for Oppiestoep or National Geographic.
The first three items brought back the sad state into which our country had retrogressed since Mandela. Unlike my new life, there was nothing new to report. No fresh new leaders who would allow the system to clear itself of corruptive 'cholesterol'. With that rude revelation, even my easy chair became uneasy and I wanted to jump up and scream, "When's the nightmare going to end?" It vividly brought back a similar scene when one night in intensive care I uttered the same cry. It felt I wasn't winning the war against pain, hallucination and other negative effects caused by intricate surgery. I had come to the end of my tether. No more, please!
The sight of the same crooked politicians and the whole shebang, can be compared with that same feeling I experienced in ICU. These negative aspects are tantamount to physical pain and mental instability, this time not caused by drugs, but by the goings-on of villains in a country deserving a better deal; one with the potential to prove to the world a diverse, multi-coloured, -religious and -cultured population can live together in peace, with a practical and sustainable plan for the poor. Think about it. If a heart can be enjoined to new, fresh arteries, why can't a country appoint new leaders, creating a new dispensation of free-flowing and transparent policies of benefit to the whole nation?
This thought gives me new hope. If I can survive a nightmare with a new chance of living a better life with strong intermediary assistance from family and friends, why can't a country enjoy the same life change with similarly strong intermediary assistance from a law-abiding populace?
One proviso: Deep cutting surgery - in other words, strong political will - is required. See, good health follows the pain.
Ask me.