Once upon a time, in some piece
of land (South Africa), there were a people (ANC) fighting for a fair share of
their land’s breweries [hereafter referred to as SAB (state resources). At the
time, a handful of the population (apartheid SA) were in charge of SAB and the
people had a very little booze at their disposal. The people were determine and
went all out fighting for equal distribution of the brewery.
The people, in the little booze
that they had, they developed a spirit of oneness and everyone had a sip in the
relatively little alcohol they had. Their number was very high compared to the
beers they had at their disposal and as such they couldn’t get drunk
(corruption), which kinda gave them an upper edge in their fight as the
generals (National Party) at SAB were getting more drunk by day. It made sense
because I mean these guys had alcohol galore regardless of the small number
they were.
Then one day (27 April 1994), all
the SAB generals passed out from a black out due to excessive drinking. When
this happened, the people finally had their dream come true as this passing out
meant that everyone would now have a fair share of beers at SAB. Everyone celebrated a victory of the people
but perhaps too early was their excitement.
Now that everyone was to get an
equal share of the SAB liquor, some group of individuals (corrupt and
power-hungry ANC politicians) who wanted to get more drunk (wealthy) than the rest emerged. They would steal huge chunks of booze and
also started on the sides another small SAB for themselves. They enjoyed their
new mission (looting) and falsely believed no one noticed that they were
getting drunk than the entire people.
Then one day they had already
stolen more than half of the alcohol galore at SAB, they decided to leave the
brewery. They staged an endless big exclusive party/bash in a local house
(government) that had high walls that no uninvited guest would interrupt their
party (milking the state and control over state resources). drunkardness
Its then day 1 of the bash staged
outside the house but within the high walls and no one could see all the
exciting dance moves (corruption) that went down inside. The music was very
loud with the noisiest subwoofer speakers. Then see-through cracks started
showing in those high walls and the curious ones (media) who had been standing
just outside started peeping through the cracks. They could at least now catch
a little glimpse of the party inside, all thanks to the loud music that
triggered their curiosity.
As curious and concerned as they
were, they ran around the neighbourhood telling the people what (corruption)
they had seen. A few of the locals bought the story, with the rest “minding my
own business”. Then the cracks worsened and the high walls eventually
collapsed. Some of the locals who had “mind my own business” also got a sight
of the bash but the drunkards (corrupt politicians) quickly ran inside the
house to proceed with the party as drunk as they were.
Then again, the drunkards fell
asleep inside the house and the walls of the house also collapsed. The people
were under the impression that now it’s an open bash for everyone. But eish,
little did they know that the booze inside had dried up. On everyone’s mind, as
shocked as they were: “what are we going to do now because these chaps had
taken a huge 2/3 bulk of the alcohol at the SAB?”
They all stayed in hope that some
brewery from somewhere will come to their rescue but sadly their hope could not
be guaranteed.
