Political dung heaps

The South African elections are only sixteen sleeps away and as I sit whenever possible listening to debates and discussions from and by the different parties I am fast becoming aware of only one thing, and, that one thing being, that all politicians are very adept liars. As I sit listening to the political jargon falling sweetly from their treacherous lips I wonder what sort of upbringing they had. My parents punished me if I dared to lie.
I was taught not to lie, not to make promises that I had no intention of ever keeping, to respect others beliefs and views, to be polite and to never expect others to follow my advice without first proving in some way or other that my advice might just be worth taking. I was brought up not to try and bully people into my ways of thinking and behaving and to have enough pride in myself to be myself.
All I am seeing at the moment is whites trying to behave as blacks, blacks trying to behave as whites, the Indians and coloureds swinging from one side to another as they are easily influenced by the colour of the crowd in front of them. How can any of them expect us to respect them when they cannot even openly admit to their colour, which for their information, is the easiest thing to see in any of them.
I am a white, English speaking, South African citizen who is not feeling very proud of the country's would be leaders as they slither and slide their way around the political circus (arenas being used for more serious and truthful things such as cheer leading), as they try to convince us of their noble minded plans for our future. Plans where they will always be the ones with the large houses and bank balances. These farinaceous parasitic abusers of their country men should be forced to live in the sordid squalor of any of our now quite famous squatter camps so that they may learn how so many of their fellows humans survive.
Several years ago I sat in a waiting room with several elderly black men and woman and I have never forgotten what one of the dignified old gentlemen said to the group, "Nelson Mandela has forgotten the old people, he does not care about us", every one of the elderly folk in that room that day agreed with this statement. I ask has anything improved for the elderly?
I would also like answers to such questions as: Why is our education system getting worse? Why are our hospitals and medical services getting worse? Why are our roads in such a state? Why are South Africa citizens so angry? Why is racism getting to a critical state? Why is our police force so corrupt? What is our government doing to solve the unemployment? Why does nothing in this country seem to work as it used to?
Stop blaming apartheid, it is long gone, face up to the music of the tunes you have created since those days. If you want South Africa to be considered as a First World country then it needs to be run by trustworthy leaders not by those who are voted in because of tribal links or threats.
Democracy is all very well, but when voting is done according to a name or group then we need to realise that democratic rights are been given not only to the educated but also the uneducated and until we can truly educate our population as to the whys' and wherefores' of what happens at the political dining table , then it will always be the poor masses that will be thrown the dry dog bones that are no longer needed by their false prophet leaders.

It is time for South African politicians to stop sitting on their walls and to get into the pond of ordinary people and to start doing what is best for all - no matter what their colour or creed may be.

Honesty in the end is truly the best policy.

Dancing Politicians

Why I ask, is it that politicians always seem to be moving around, almost dancing, whenever they are rallying around to practice the art of trumpery on their loyal and unsuspecting followers?
With feet stamping and arms gesticulating they declare to all around them, and the world at large, what sincere, humble and honest folk they really are. They are only there to voice the opinions of the masses, and they do totally understand the position of those who are unemployed and will certainly do their utmost to bring the country out of whatever bad situation it seems to be in at the moment.
I wonder do they stand in front of a full length mirror to practice facial expressions and body movements to ensure that they will keep the audience enthralled with their wise words and promised forecasts?
As they gaily go tub-thumping from one side to another with voices filled with exaggerations of what they will do for the country and of pie crust promises that anyone with any form of brain matter would easily see through and never believe.
Do they watch replays of the opposition to see if their dance moves are better than their own, or do they pay vast, but very worth it, amounts of money to have a choreographer design the entire show?
Would we not perhaps get a better leader and parliament if elections in South Africa were done on the same basis as "Strictly come Dancing"? For one they would probably get a better viewing audience and then all the participants would each have an equal turn to show their spins and pirouettes to the spellbound spectators. There would be weekly voting and the competitor who got the least votes would of course have to leave the show immediately. There could be no chance of one participant helping or supporting another, each would have to stand or dance on their own.
I am sure more dances could be added to the agenda to ensure that all possible moves and cantatas were displayed and heard from all angles.
For once the common man in the street might get a more truthful picture of what he was letting himself in for and therefore think very carefully before he made his cross on any voting form.
Politicians are all for power and glory, it is such a pity that they only want them for themselves!

The Gravy Train

Surely it is time that the South African Gravy Train was put out to pasture or whatever it is that we do to Gravy Trains when they have travelled the length and breadth of the entire country for so long. I wonder how long the life span has been on the wheels of this very overused and over crowded form of transport. As it has chugged along the tracks of South Africa how many coaches have had to be added to hold all the gravy that has been diligently collected by the passengers.
I also wonder has the driver ever been instructed to stop at some lowly and isolated village to share a bit with the locals, I doubt it very much.
It is time for the voters to derail the train, share out the massive bounty with the poor and put the train on display, with wheels firmly locked so that at last our illustrious politicians will actually have to work for their wages and perhaps with a bit of luck work for us as well.

Signs in Africa

The road to Pretoria

Ladybrandt in the Free State.

I have seen this sign in a few places on the road from Johannesburg to Bloemfontein.