Will he, won’t he? It’s the ANC, so save yourself the heartbreak
This toxic relationship between ANC and populace continues despite everything we know about the ruling party
In a certain pop song by a certain Bruno Mars, the singer confesses that he’s so in love with his paramour that he would “catch a grenade” for her.
It’s a fairly big claim, but just in case she’s not swept off her feet (by the shockwave and little bits of his flesh) he doubles down: to prove how badly he wants to spend the rest of his life with her, he would, he croons, stand in front of a train and even take a bullet “straight through the brain”. Eat your heart out, Cole Porter.
I would have liked to hear a number of other lethal scenarios also rhyming with “train” and “brain” — “I’d criticise bullfighting in Spain for you; debate with sociology undergraduates and fail to stay in my lane for you; move to an eco-commune and pour non-biodegradable fabric softer down the drain for you” — but Bruno is in too much pain to indulge in such detours...