Prior to now, it has been postulated that our dear and darling
President, a man who is said to be such a visionary that he is the
embodiment of the touted change (perhaps he is a shape-shifter) was a
man of great nobility and honour, a veritable bastion of wisdom and
integrity. It was said that he was a man who could do no wrong, but
whose misdeeds were the work of sycophants and boot-lickers who were so
fond of the taste of shoe polish that they told him anything and
everything, to ensure that they would keep having unfettered access to
his shoes, and of course, certain choice portions of the National cake.
Such stories are wearing thin. Recent events have led to newer
postulations in certain quarters that ironically, it is the president
who is fond of the taste of shoe polish. How else can it be explained,
that every time he opens his mouth, he winds up putting his foot in it?
What else is foot-and-mouth disease, biko?
