Dull Tambo: The Perfect Political Cosmetologist
Xtreme Opinion is my Trademark of Polemic Bigotry
On Sunday night, June 22013, on SABC 3 People of the South documentary, host Dali Tambo was in his natural habitat: superfluous aristocracy laced with exaggerated self-worth, whiskers twitching with feline treachery, groveling to the whims of a totally detached Blame it on Blair President Robert Mugabe.
If this was meant to be a deep-sea expedition to an African hero's life, it turned out to be kayaking on cheap garden ‘waterfall'. My take: Dali Tambo is the devil incarnate, a somewhat modern-day caricature of the Biblical Mark of the Beast, triple six, the epitome of abomination of desolation. He finally outperformed Lucifer, with more falsettos in one voice than any grand piano can exude in a single octave.
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes of ignorance to the dizzying heights of lunacy, Dali appeared surreal to the point of vulnerable, mechanical Dinosaur spewing phlegm of praise, consumed with shameless idolatry. He came across as that rare but vocal breed of South African dunderheads who worship Mugabe to the point of prostrate idiocy, totally detached from reality, floating in orbit of self delusion. I guess he finally realised his childhood fantasy of dining with The Emperor, flapping about like a content 13th century monarchial spoiled brat. Dali can now die in blissful tranquility.
His pampered narrative of Mugabe's so-called humaneness refracts through the prism of upper class naivety. Dali's father, the late nationalist Oliver Tambo, president of African National Congress was a man of honour who abhorred racism. He must be turning in his grave to ‘see' his son blatantly exploited like a willing spin doctor of a fading but violent political dynasty. The only legacy he inherited from Oliver is one - family name.