There’s no pot of gold at the end of the South African rainbow, only a bucket of empty promises and mindless sloganeering and rhetoric Photo: iStock Earlier this week I shredded part of my finger while grating cheese. Admittedly, it was a small cut, but it bled non-stop. No matter how many plasters…
There’s no pot of gold at the end of the South African rainbow, only a bucket of empty promises and mindless sloganeering and rhetoric
Earlier this week I shredded part of my finger while grating cheese.
Admittedly, it was a small cut, but it bled non-stop. No matter how many plasters I stuck on, the wound just kept weeping.
It took much longer for the blood to coagulate and finally seal off the bleed.
And that got me thinking about our country and the sorry state that it has degenerated into.
The wounds were inflicted quickly, in great, incessant succession.
From laughable garden variety cures for HIV through to what seems permanent looting of anything with the prefix rand, that has bankrupted the state.
