Poor Zuma and his awful case of Shaik Syndrome. At least he’s still alive
We may be a dubious about his sick note, but don’t be surprised if he finally succumbs to many years on a golf course
It looks odd. It does. When Jacob Zuma’s lawyers hand over a sick note explaining why he can’t appear at his corruption trial, and his doctor has filled in the block marked “Layman’s diagnosis” by writing down “medical condition”, there’s just something about the whole thing that starts making you feel that maybe, just maybe, this isn’t the sworn testimony of the Pope.
Inevitably, the sick note in question – apparently found at the bottom of a Grade 2’s school bag, hung up to dry so it didn’t smell too badly of fermented orange juice, and the worst of the Marmite smears mostly scraped off – has raised suspicions that Zuma is trying to do what he does best. No, not hollowing out the justice system and transforming the economy into a patronage machine for his buddies. The other thing. Avoiding prosecution.
But as you howl for him to be dragged to court, I ask you to consider the emotional cost of what you’re demanding...