Monday 16 November 2020

Cape Of Good Hope

There's much to enjoy in Cape Town. 

A friendly city in many respects. Signposting, service, history and beauty preserved in buildings and gardens, friendly people and more. It pains me to say it but dear Durban, with all its vibrant sights, sounds, scents and great rugby team, comes second (close second). Surely a world class African city - but that title's taken. 

Then, there's no escaping or forgetting our elected national government. The simple act of signing for UIF, a five minute exercise, becomes a nightmare / comedy of the absurd. For three days running, the building has no power. The feeling of powerlessness is heightened by a profound absence of communication of any kind. Is this what it felt like in the socialist people's paradises? 'Waiting For Godot' starts to make sense.

 A second act follows. At the railway station, I am sold a ticket for a train that never turns up. I remember a time when trains made getting around in Cape Town a joy. Yes, I know. There are far bigger, deeper problems. This was just a government hors d'oeuvre. Precisely what makes our predicament so desperate. 

Which came first: the ANC or the omelette of incompetence, leaderlessness and corruption? 

 I thought Western Cape independence was a whimsical notion. It starts to make sense.



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