Don’t take the nonsense of 2022 just roll up your sleeves and go on!

Two weeks into 2022 and I have yet to come across anyone with a bit of optimism for the year that lies ahead.

Everybody seems to be readying themselves for the worst, such as:

Rewinding to the Stone Age with more load-shedding than ever before as the coal gets wetter and wetter;

Fuel becoming so expensive that horses become a viable option again;

More mass looting with hungry people running off with 55-inch to use as TV trays when they eat cabbage and dirt;

Government double-dealing and deception on a scale last seen when the Romans lost the plot;

Cyril quitting politics to farm cattle full time;

Julias finally winning a court case – any court case;

And lastly, but a massive worry, so many Covid mutations and regulations so to make the bubonic plague of 1346 seem like a mild case of gonorrhoea.

However, no matter if forecasts for 2022 predicts Noah’s Ark grade catastrophes (quite possible now that climate change is picking up speed), we shall face the stormy weathers of the times, together, as the rainbow nation without a rainbow and with our pot of gold stolen by some folks now living in Dubai.

We live in an optimist’s Utopia. Don’t believe me?

Where else can you do just about anything and get away with it?

Laws, bylaws, traffic regulations, you name it, all are just a vague guideline in SA - so vague as to be just about meaningless.

In other countries where law and order are more than just a TV drama, you only jump red lights when you fleeing the authorities after having your marijuana garden discovered or when your wife is in labour.

Here in Mzansi we just do it; when going to work and even when we are a bit late for the End of Times Disciples Ministries’ quarterly Holy Communion cellphone in one hand and beer in the other.

Nobody cares! Bylaws…

Who’s going to make a noise if you operate a 500-flatties-permonth broiler operation in your backyard?

Nobody I’m telling you!

How can you not be happy to stay in such a country?

Honestly, I really don’t want to live in a country where authorities are so bedeviled with rules and regulations that the world’s best tennis player gets deported for not having a flu shot.

Should 2022 get a bit choppy underfoot, when Cyril goes farming and Julias becomes Minister of Defence (he’s already a ‘Commander’ and a ‘Chief’), and say you end up on the Department of Labour’s unemployment grant register, I want to give you a bit of advice.

A bit of a pep talk if you want: You didn’t get where you are by sitting on your behind asking for handouts and favours.

You worked hard and if 2022 asks of you to work even harder then you will do whatever it takes because you come from a long line of men and women who did whatever was asked from them in order to succeed and progress.

We never give up, no matter how high the odds are stacked up against us. It’s who and what we are.

It’s in our DNA to go forward.

So, come on, let’s show 2022 what we’re made of!

Even if you have to start a broiler operation in your backyard.’..