Corruption truth shall set us free
In about 2017, shack dwellers beamed at the prospect of dignifying their corrugated iron dwellings with bricks and mortar. Eagerly, CVs were dusted off by the unemployed and the 26s and 28s gangs broke into song in anticipation of possibly sharing prison space with faces they’d mostly only seen on television.
At the forefront of the jubilees, Cyril Ramaphosa stood styled as a Mosaic figure anointed to deliver the people from the bondage of “nine wasted years” into the manna and quail of the new dawn. So charming were his glad tidings – charismatically enshrined in his #ThumaMina campaign – that they elicited a celebratory clinking of glasses in the unlikeliest quarters. We have not
