Despite my relief at the changing of the guard in high places, I was somewhat concerned that we would be starved of our accustomed servings of entertainment.
Our singing, dancing former president, like that other great entertainer, has left the building. The Force is no longer with our tweeting former minister of police. Ms Muthambi, silver-tongued presenter of budget speeches, is perhaps even now talking to the trees.
The time of the entertainers, like that of the elves, seemed to have passed.
Thank goodness for you. You have the moves like Jagger. Who can forget your professed readiness to kill and then later to die for the Dancing One? Later, you expressed regret for your role in seating him on the throne.
Now, with a deft tango - like swivel, you have moved on again. If reports are true, you have magnanimously stowed away the Marikana stick with which you loved to beat Mr Ramaphosa. It appears from the same report that you are ready to dump your occasional dance partner, the DA. Perhaps to move into the embrace of the ANC? Those of a cynical disposition may see this as opportunistic maneuvering for a plum position.
I am simply reminded of the old song, Mister Bojangles:
He jumped so high, jumped so high.
And then he lightly touched down Mr Bojangles, Lord that man could dance...
So can you sir; so can you.
Yours in the love of the dance.
Richard
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