Was there ever a sadder face in all of creation's dark and shining wonder? Have any of us ever seen an expression as troubled and hurt, woe-filled eyes so haunted by disappointment, sorrow and fear that we cannot even begin to imagine what harrowing heartbreak and grief this person has suffered?
We are of course talking about Angie Motshekga. Even as I write I understand that, over in Hollywood, the Disney and Pixar animators have been filing away recent photographs of the Basic Education minister -- and there certainly have been plenty of those, what with the Limpopo education crisis slugging it out toe-to-toe with the Olympics for space in the fishwraps -- as reference material for the next time they're called upon to anthropomorphise, for purposes of motion picture entertainment, some wounded bear or unhappy dinosaur.
All may not be well on Motshekga's watch, but hope springs eternal. It really does.
From Monday, a hotline will be available to establish how many schools in Limpopo are still without textbooks. This is despite the fact that, almost a month ago, an investigation by former Higher Education director-general Mary Metcalfe found that, nearly two-thirds through the year, more than 3 300 schools had yet to receive books.
"Metcalfe," one newspaper bluntly reported, "recommended several strategies to prevent the collapse of education in Limpopo. A hotline was not one of them."
But so what? School principals will now be able to pick up the telephone and report that they have no textbooks, or too many of them, or whatever textbook crisis they may be having.