POLITICS

To My Lord and Master Julius Malema

A loyal servant writes a letter of warning to the King of the Youth League

My Lord

It's me, your loyal servant. I wish to sincerely apologize for burdening you by writing this letter and adding to your busy schedule. My King, I understand that your schedule, as President of the ANCYL, consists of such important work as busying yourself with sniffing out for those forces of darkness who are baying for your blood; spying on journalists who sleep around with politicians in exchange for information, and ending your week with a huge party where you go down in a circle of women.

Remember, those women you always tease me about, that I must not even look at them because they want someone who can buy them nice things. I know and respect all this, my Lord, and I beg for your indulgence to convey the urgent message from your people, the general membership of the ANCYL.

They have requested me, as your loyal servant, to tell you that they are disappointed and livid with the latest revelations that you own so much wealth and assets as their President, whilst they live in extreme poverty and squalor. I tried to tell them, as your obedient servant, that you have worked very hard for what you have. But they would hear none of it as they say you and hard work are an antithesis, as attested to by your matric results.

They have ordered me to tell you my lord that they are going to nationalize your wealth and assets. I protested that only mines will be nationalized, as you ordered my king. But they said the watch that you wear, the one I always kiss when ever I see you, as a sign of respect to you my king, they say it costs about R 250 000. They say once its nationalized, the proceeds made out of it would go to the education of about 10 students to go and study medicine so that they can add on the small number of doctors in rural provinces like Limpopo.

They also promised to nationalize your Range Rover Sports car. I also protested here that they can't, because when ever I wash it, you always let me sleep in it for a while, just to feel the comfort of its luxury which far exceeds that of my own house, as you once reminded me.

But my lord, they say with the nationalization and proceeds of this Range Rover, which is worth far much more, about 50 African students will be sent to top universities and technikons to be educated in such important fields as engineering and technology so that they are able to run the mines once you nationalize them.

My King, they are also resolute to nationalize your Austin Martin! At this stage I cringed, knowing very well that you wouldn't even let me touch it as it may get scratched by my ugly rags, as you once said. You even fondly call it Juju Babe Jnr. But they say the proceeds made from it will help educate more than a hundred students in the field of economics and accounting so that we can have more Africans in the economic cluster in government, as you demanded.

I angrily reminded them my lord, that you had built a school for your poor community in Limpopo. But my king they say that was a publicity stunt and false, opportunistic solidarity with the poor. The objective was to get praises from president Zuma to endorse your credentials for future candidature.

My Lord, your masses also asked me to warn you against dropping names of the institutions of our hard won democracy, such as intelligence agency, to intimidate political opponents. They say what you are doing has a serious potential to damage the integrity of our democratic state, and consequently eroding the confidence of our people and many sections of our society in our democratically elected government.

Your Highness, they further told me, as your loyal servant, to tell you that their silence must not be manipulated by you and your lieutenants, issuing statements that misrepresent their views for purposes of defending your hypocritical behaviour. I protested that but My Lord is an African son of a single mother who was a domestic worker. But they lashed out at me saying you have used that condition to amass wealth for yourself instead of ensuring broad based distribution of wealth.

Your Majesty, your masses say they have observed with utter disgust your call for the removal of the ANC SG, comrade Gwede Mantashe, whilst on the other hand you and your lieutenants insult and castigate anyone discussing the necessity to replace you as president of the ANCYL. They opine that their views as ordinary membership are distorted and vulgarized to achieve narrow factional interests.

Your Highness, they also say you have arrogated to yourself the worst forms of anarchy and dictatorship that can only ruin the ANCYL. When some of our leaders in the past displayed these tendencies, they continue, we revolted against them and eventually removed them.

We did that because, continued they, the ANC must at all times exude the most democratic forms of leadership and must always behave in ways that reflect the kind of society we seek to create, a democratic, non-racial, non-sexist and a developmental state. They say you my lord have violated all of these important and strategic objectives of our movement. Be warned Your Highness!

They say the ANCYL rank and file has been reduced into a cult worshiping and uncritical mass that must laugh and cheer at every jibe dished out by you my lord. The critical engagement in the structures of the ANCYL has been replaced by fear generated by those who have become the landlords of the ANCYL appointed by his majesty you, my king, Lord Julius Malema.  

My Lord, I told them I for one will die for you. But my king they simply encouraged me to go and die in your black C63 AMG Mercedes Benz which, for them, symbolizes a coffin. At this stage I decided that if I cannot convince the masses, I might as well join them. So next time when you pass by speeding with your Austin Martin, don't be surprised my king, when I show you the finger. It will not be an insult or sign of disrespect to you my former king, but a sign for you to watch out for your masses, as you may run them over, or them politically bury you.

Yours in Struggle (or should I say in Scramble?),

Mzukisi Makatse

Your Formerly Loyal Servant

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