We in for a big “Party”

So South Africa is on the brink of going to the ballot in yet another Local Government election. I can’t help to see the humor in the politician’s desperate attempt to convince the last few indecisive voters to entrust them with their votes. I find it very interesting that the ever so powerful ruling party in particular is showing signs of desperate measures (…is it desperate times?). Suddenly re-promising houses, jobs and better services. What would be different this term? How much of previous election promises turned out to be empty? What about trying the alternative? My view is we don’t have much to lose in having a lady in power, probably much to gain, we all want to live in Cape Town? The only thing that the ANC could find wrong with Cape Town is open lavatories! Trust them to bring up toilet talk, talking sh!t is probably the first language of the Youth League leader not to even mention our president who is threatening voters with ancestral discontent if they were to vote for any other party. Yes this is president of a country saying that! Come on people vote for someone with brains, guts and passion…..just vote!

The One?

Like many things in life, we inherit the belief that there is only one perfect partner for each of us on this earth. I tend to believe that this conviction originated in the same framework as the Christian religion found its rules and regulations. Therefore contesting this statement might also be found to be improper and completely out of line if I were to be found in the company of a no-questions-asked religious individual.

There are roughly 6.6 billion people alive on mother earth. If there is only one person suited for me, what is the probability of me finding that person in my lifetime in Johannesburg? Maybe I’m too cynical but unless we were tagged with some kind of GPS tracking device when we were born, which I doubt was the case as I was born in the early 8Os when Atari TV games was the most advanced technology of the day, there are very little chance of me finding that perfect person.

On the other hand is this maybe the reason why people stay captured in unhappy marriages for decades because they believed the partner was “the one” and he or she did not dare to ask the question? Is it ok to admit he or she was not the one? Maybe you read the signs wrong? But signs can’t be wrong?

So what if Mr/Mrs right never arrives? Are we allowed to settle for second best or must we all join a convent? My question is, is there something like second best? Or are you able to create first prize if both parties are compatible? Are you not in control of your own happiness?

So have I found “The One”? Or will I find out in 30 years it was not the one? Or will I shape the model to suit us best in order to keep the happy side of the scale as high as possible in the air, sounds like the option for me. . . .you might decide to let a good fit pass by, and rather go to church alone while you wait for the chosen one. . . .

Dear Mr President

I have great admiration for people with a talent to express themselves, the following lyrics I think are very well written and I'm sure touches the hearts of many.

"Dear Mr. President,

Come take a walk with me.

Let's pretend we're just two people and

You're not better than me.

I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?

Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?

What do you feel when you look in the mirror?

Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?

How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye

And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,

Were you a lonely boy?

Are you a lonely boy?

Are you a lonely boy?

How can you say

No child is left behind?

We're not dumb and we're not blind.

They're all sitting in your cells

While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?

And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?

I can only imagine what the first lady has to say

You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?

How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work

Minimum wage with a baby on the way

Let me tell you 'bout hard work

Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away

Let me tell you 'bout hard work

Building a bed out of a cardboard box

Let me tell you 'bout hard work

Hard work

Hard work

You don't know nothing 'bout hard work

Hard work

Hard work

Oh

How do you sleep at night?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Dear Mr. President,

You'd never take a walk with me.

Would you?"

Pink

1 teaspoon of salt

I feel the need to say welcome as this is the first post on Met ‘n knippie sout. The column is the result of the internal need I have to express ideas opinions and general bits and pieces that occupy the maze inside my scull. In the process I hope to get to some kind of conclusion regarding life and at the same time provide you the reader with some kind of entertainment.

As it is said laughing at someone else at least makes you feel better about yourself, so whether you laugh with me or at me, I couldn’t care less, at least by laughing we for a moment forget about the seriousness of the current economic challenges, or the fact that you’ve put on weight or whatever your specific predicament could be. I will try my best to provide such laughter, but if my sense of humor is a complete miss match to yours please revert back to your usual American sitcom, as that is typical what you will find funny. (PS you won’t find a recorded laughing audience in the background of this column – sorry!) So lets see how it goes. J