Power Rangers
Dear Ms Brown
You certainly shot the lights out, that is, when they were not already out for some Eskom reason.
You have probably had the most interesting team of senior managers ever assembled in one organisation, in that remarkable power utility. Of course that excludes certain organisations of Sicilian and Colombian origin.Was this perchance the brilliant headhunting work of that legendary Saxonworld recruitment agency?
Brian, Mr Koko, the delightfully named Mr Tsotsi, your deputy, Mr Martins et al. My, how that agency must have worked to earn its fee. What a cast, what a story. I see Southern Lights (working title) as a weighty soapy keeping South Africans riveted and electrified week in, week out, barring load shedding. The ingenious deals in which some of these power pioneers were involved make the Wolf of Wall Street look like lamb on the spit by comparison. Deals that defied known business principles, logic, and for all I know, the law of gravity. But then again, who am I to argue against men of such brilliance that it merited payments seemingly equivalent to the budget of a small municipality?
I do look forward to your establishing a chair of Eskonomics at our leading universities. (We do have some left, don’t we?)
Guiding and leading this team of adventurous, paradigm-shifting leaders was you, the duchess of delegation. Disappointingly, amid this ferment of innovation, Eskom did resort to the oldest, lowest, most boring trick in the business book: pass the cost of spilled passes to the consumer. The technical term is bugger the consumer with an F.
The cut and thrust of the current inquiry will be delicious viewing when this drama sears our screens. Great dialogue. “He’s lying about my lying.” (Somewhat unfortunate turn of phrase, open to several interpretations). The ideal rejoinder would have been: ‘She’s lying about my lying about her lying.’ Stuff of Shakespearean drama. We are transfixed.
Yours in the quest for deals and drama.
Richard
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