Promised Land

Dear Mr Ramaphosa 

I joined your electrifying (in a purely figurative sense) State of the Nation address rather late. 

I was delayed while compiling a letter of commiseration to Mr Malema. I agree with him that the barring of EFF politicians from disrup....., pardon, attending the address is undemocratic. I might add: racist, white-tendencied, bloody agent-like, counter revolutionary and also not nice. I am willing to kill and / or die (or all of the above) for the principle that highly paid, privileged legislators may behave like nyaope inspired hooligans if they so desire. Also that nyaope users may behave like honourable members if they so desire.

But, to the purpose of my letter. I was moved, inspired, intoxicated by your address - between brief power naps. I do not understand why some people responded negatively. I suppose that's what one can expect from recipients of white privilege,  who will complain at the slightest inconvenience e.g. rampant, brutal crime, occasional daily power outages, some regular corruption and other minor irritants.

What I'm really interested in is the country of which you spoke so poetically. The land of Tintswalo. It can't be the Western Cape, because that's run by that party whose sole preoccupation is to bring that Apartheid thing back from exile. Then we'll all be in worse shite than we already are. They disguise the intention and the activity by pretending to provide good services and law and order. Cunning. But, like the Daily Sun, some of us see through the subterfuge ('Die Son Sien Alles'). As for me, I was moved to tears of laugh..., I mean, joy and a bit of inexplicable retching.

Fascinating, this land of which you spoke, sir, flowing with the milk of government  kindness and the honey of money lavished on the people's most urgent needs. In some countries that would be  international court cases, statues, tender projects in progress, song and dance in council meetings. It so reminded me of the song Big Rock Candy Mountain. To honour your eloquence, here's an excerpt from White Rock Candy Mountain:

On a summer's day in the month of Feb,  the president came a walking
Down a carpet red, past the honour guard, his outfit smart and striking
As he strolled along he sang a song of a land of milk and money
Where Tintswalo grew and laughed and played in a garden oh so sunny

The opportunity and the BEE,  the gushing money fountain
Where the good stuff is  and a life of bliss in the white rock candy mountain

Sir, please provide more detail on the land of Tintswalo. 

Who would want to leave South Africa, with its glittering promise of peace, prosperity and harmony, its friendly people (just dive into X and see for yourself)  and visionary leadership in the ANC, EFF, Mkhonto weSisu and other progressive organizations.

But you have been to the mountain top (White Rock Candy Mountain) and seen the promised land. 

Who can resist?

Yours in the struggle and the long trek to the promised land.

Richard

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