It came late at night – the announcement – laughing. “I have served the people of South Africa to the best of my abilities.”

His own party had lost faith in him; South Africa had accepted his resignation long ago. He couldn’t understand. What had he done wrong?

Corruption

Fezekile Ntsukela Kuzwayo

Arms Deal

ahem

Nkandla

More corruption

State capture

He did not land on his feet this day. “I also thank the citizens of South Africa for the privilege…” His friends and co-corrupters listened from a police cell. “It has been an honour that I will cherish as long as I live.” Ahem. No more laughing.

“I have therefore come to the decision to resign as President of the Republic with immediate effect.” (Valentine’s Day – in South Africa – is becoming known for something other than love)

He paused, clapped his hands together, bowed slightly – “We’ll meet… somewhere.”

 

 

 

The old administration was not even cold.

 

 

Resignation welcomed. Opposition confused. South Africa rejoicing. Cyril Ramaphosa nominated, elected, sworn in. The bitter taste was not gone, but the smell was enticing.

An uncomfortable afternoon for the man waiting for his own surprise party - which he prepared. Candy crush? Absence? “I swear that I will be faithful to the Republic of South Africa.” The crooked Cabinet incumbents convulsing. Promises. Pleasantries. Right hand in the air – “so help me God.” Long live the king! Long live the king!

A new dawn. A brighter day? A different darkness?

Democracies are built over decades; destroyed in years. Governments are removed in months. Political seasons change in a day.

At 22:56, Valentine’s Day 2018, Jacob Gedleyihlekisa Zuma ended his abusive relationship with South Africa. At 14:34 the following day, Matamela Cyril Ramaphosa’s relationship began.