Going round in circles is the thing to do before you croak
THE other day I had just got back from my perambulation around the byways of funky Doringkloof with our big dog, Ziggy.
The tiny Jack Russell-Chihuahua cross, Fudge, chose to remain ensconced beneath the red blanket at home, since it was cold.
Strange-ish weather at the moment; chilly in the early mornings, but a few hours later, the sun really starts beating down (to paraphrase Peter Gabriel on the exquisitely entitled Genesis song, I Know What I Like In Your Wardrobe).
Well, we got back and I went to check on the state of the dogs’ water bowl which I always keep filled up. When I turned around, I noticed a frog in the swimming pool.
It was on the second step in an upright position – almost in a yoga pose, arms aloft. I wondered for a bit whether I should leave it in said position to enjoy its aquatic excursion.
But, since it seemed oddly motionless, I figured that it had probably had enough and that it was in need of some air. So, using the net, I gently picked it up and delivered the creature into the adjacent flower bed, thinking it would probably know its way around.
Well, I’m afraid that when I laid it down – in the Strawbs sense of the word – instead of hopping merrily along terra firma, it promptly went belly-up. It was, to quote a phrase, dead, bereft of life, a stiff… an ex-amphibian.
I inspected it from close up and it showed no signs of life. At one point I contemplated applying a spot of mouthto-mouth resuscitation, but decided against the idea.
Quite a sizeable toad-like creature, it was lying on its back at that point and I sort of turned it around lest there was still some life there and it had excessive water in the lungs – to no avail, of course. I thought I’d check again later.
I went for a shower and a nap. Before setting off for my regular sortie to Café de Café for a jar or so of the delightful amber nectar, I went to have another look and saw that the frog had remained in situ, in exactly the pose that I had left it.
Well, what to do? I thought that it at least deserved a decent burial and that I couldn’t just leave it to suffer the indignity of rotting away in full view of whoever cared to look. I couldn’t find the shovel, so, I got the fork, but dicovered that the ground was exceptionally hard.
The pick-axe was nowhere to be seen, so I figured that I’d do the next best thing and carry the carcass to the compost heap where it will become one with nature, and from where it will eventually nourish new plants… ah, the circle of life, death and rebirth, hey (not entirely appropriate, but I thought of that great song by Ten Years After alluding to just that; Circles).
Well, congrats to our mayor for clinching the DA nomination for the post of Gauteng premier. He’ll have his work cut out, trying to convince the electorate that the DA is a viable option. This is especially so in the light of the fact that Cyril’s popularity seems to be soaring, as evinced by the Ipsos poll results released this week.
Even the most diehard JZ supporters in the ANC must realise that the present UBs incumbent is the party’s greatest asset.
The removal of Jacob Zuma has robbed opposition parties of their greatest vote winner. The stuff set to be revealed at the Zondo Commission of Inquiry into state capture is going to be hair-raising, I reckon, as Mcebisi Jonas’s testimony yesterday showed.
Hopefully, the findings will spur Mr Ramaphosa to be more decisive in acting against the rotten apples. The incessant calls for patience, and the assurances that he’s taking a “long term view” when it comes to rooting out corruption are becoming a bit tiresome.
Ah well, life goes round in circles, as the song says…