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Fit for a President.

There's something just so beautiful about slow drives on a Sunday. A cruise in the early evening really puts the day to a subtle end as we plan the week ahead. I personally like to drive down Rivonia road in upmarket Jozi, in second gear of course, to give myself enough time to see myself living life in some of the homes i like, doing what i can only imagine Sandton residence do - float on a golden, jewelled inflatable in a pool of sparkling water and having servants attend to my every need... I kid! i'm not all that picky actually. Toss me a three bedroom and a pool for the kids and I'd have a castle more than worthy for this king, but then again, that's just me. So let's throw in R246 Million into the equation and you'd have something a little over a Palace fit for a President. And fine, perhaps Zuma and I have different taste. Perhaps he took the three bedroom and pool I'd be more than content with and decided to sprinkle some salt on it. But damn, he was quite generous with it! For the life of me, i couldn't come to grips with the kind of Government that's ruling today. If I could take you back to a political advertisement by popular politician, Mmusi Maimane two years ago when he said "i-ANC, ayisafani" (the ANC isn't the same). And it truly isn't. The Congress once mimicked a tale out of a kid's book. They were the Robin Hoods of the day, fighting for what the rich have taken and giving it back to the poor; though, it might not have necessarily been money but freedom that was taken and given back, but you get the picture. And for Mr Hood years into his senior to have a castle erected in his village of Locksely, it just really seems like it's some kind of compensation for all those years of running around with his mighty spear. Now, I don't know about you but I can't take a man like that seriously. I didn't think anyone could, yet in the corners of this country, the ANC still boasts a significantly strong following. It's scary to think some of the most intelligent people that even I, myself look up to, are under some kind of "charm" by the Congress and become zombies at the ballot box. Not a fair tactic opposition, I know, but magic is the only logical explanation for this unnatural trend of support for a failing party. That Zuma has a Fairy-Godmother chained up in the dungeon at Nkandla whom he tortures and only uses during court cases and elections. So, as I load the moving van with the last of my items, I wonder if I could've possibly opted for better. If I could've, like my President, just simply approach ABSA and ask for a loan of R246 Million. Go figure! The 'sold sign' is plucked from the front lawn and my new house keys to the three bedroom are finally handed over. By the way, I'm moving in next week!

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  1. Anonymous2 November 2017 at 11:15

    Well Damian , im rather impressed with your writing skills. I honestly had no idea that you had this side to you '_'. -TheFutureEgyptologist ��

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    1. Damian3 November 2017 at 00:37

      Thank you so much! Have a read at my other posts as well if you haven't already. Also, I've got a whole new project I'm working on. Keep a look out for that.

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  2. Snenkosi21 October 2019 at 03:25

    Aibo how old are you? Your writing is impeccable, the wisdom and delicacy you portray to the reader is intriguing. Thank you

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  3. Damian21 October 2019 at 06:48

    I wrote this when I was 21.

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