Integrity

 Dear Mr Cele

Sipping on a Castle I found lying around from 2019, I thought I'd try to brighten your day. This is a tale of the sort of law-abiding South African so hard to find nowadays.

If you have medals available, you might want to award him one - perhaps a ceremony on the beach or at a significant  roadlock.

My neighbour,  Honest Frank, a businessman, fell into the local river, while crossing a bridge on the way to an important meeting. He was swept out to sea. Hold on to your fedora, sir. This is where the heroism comes in. What would your average South African have done? Paddled madly for the shore, of course. Not my gallant neighbour. A vision of your stern, guardian-of-the-law visage flashed into his mind, at the same time as a gallon of seawater flushed through his system. Like a trumpet call, he heard your admonishments about illegal swimming. Nary a dog paddle did he attempt.  Bravely humming snatches from the national anthem and the folk song about military hardware, he allowed the current to carry him. 

Fortunately, he was deposited close to the meeting rendezvous. Slightly damp, but warmed by the glow of having done the right thing, he was able to conclude an important business deal. Something about alternative pharmaceuticals, he said.

Be of good cheer, sir. There are still law-abiding citizens around.

Yours in the against-the-current struggle to abide by the law.

Richard