Open Letter to Jacob Zuma, “I feel like Zuma needs to go for a run”
Here is the text of Kim Stephens’ original post‚ published to Facebook on 18 January 2016 at 10:32am.
I feel like Zuma needs to go for a run. Takkies on‚ lube up‚ head out for a trot‚ sir. One foot in front of the other‚ on the pavements of your country. Pass your voters‚ and non voters. You can’t tell them apart via race‚ sir.
Foot in an uncovered manhole? Sorry about that. Dodge the human waste of the homeless. Run on. Wide berth around the tik head that might take your emergency R20 Coca-Cola cash. Run. Run some more. Pass the businesses advertising closing down sales‚ the derelict office blocks. Pass the homes with laundry hanging on communal fences. High five the babies playing in dirt. Steer clear of the children that should be in school. The school with the long drop‚ no text books‚ and an under-paid teacher.
Greet the doctors and nurses stumbling bleary-eyed on to public transport to return home after a 48-hour shift for pittance. Breathe deeply as you pass the sewerage pumping in to the sea. Smell that?
Nearly half way now‚ Zuma. Sweating? Run some more.
The committed flower seller‚ the Big Issue peddler‚ the beggar. Another beggar. Oh‚ look sharp Zuma! Stay right! Blue light brigade coming through. Big cars‚ flashing lights. Someone more important than the man voluntarily patrolling his neighbourhood to protect his children and neighbours. More important than the Big Issue salesman‚ the beggar. VIP in a big ass car. Run on. Pass the men sitting on upturned boxes waiting for manual work. Any work. Around the pothole.
Climb higher. Run that hill‚ now.
Report the water gushing out of an unkempt pipe‚ as you run by. Spare a thought for the farmers suffering through the drought‚ while you do so. Climb. Push up‚ past the sprawling informal settlement awaiting housing. You might want to keep your head down here‚ sir‚ as you promised them service delivery in return for their votes… Years ago.
Now from that summit‚ as you sweat‚ look down.
Look at your people‚ voters and non. See the big shot businessman quietly funding a school project. See the housewife paying school fees for another woman’s children. Look at that beach clean-up team‚ the students volunteering in an orphanage and the food parcels arriving from a leading grocery chain.
You didn’t‚ so they did.
Observe the community spirit when a fire breaks out and ravages the shacks of an under-resourced community. Or when a fire ravages part of our precious natural heritage.
Look far from your vantage point and note the unity‚ mixed marriages‚ mixed families‚ students of all races standing together for a common cause. See the colour blind children of South Africa.
Observe keenly the pain and suffering of the poor‚ with their lack of role models and inefficient education.
Take note of the growing force that is standing up against you‚ to uplift the poor and bring about true equality. See the privileged communities becoming aware of their position‚ and using it to improve the lives of others. You didn’t‚ so they did.
Now run home‚ Zuma. Back to your 20th child. Back to a life of luxury and total lack of empathy. Mind you don’t trip on your shoelace as you go.