Another fine, sunny day in South Africa. Julius Malema, alone in his modest home would wake up a remorseful man. He would switch on the radio, maybe watch some TV and contemplate his life as he watched the rest of South Africa live theirs.
“Another day in paradise,” he would think to himself. South Africans got down to business. Kids ignored him when he taunted them to “mobilize.” They laughed at him and merely went back to school. Other average South Africans realized that his lame ideas had no place in post apartheid South Africa. They wanted their rainbow nation back. So, they got down to work. No more stupid songs, no more rallies at court houses, no more votes for a political logo. More hard work, principled action and morally correct behaviour.
It finally dawned on the so called black elite that “tenderprenuering” was going to get the country nowhere. No more bribery, no more corruption – just honest, solid work that benefitted South Africa.
Julius realized something else: the minorities were playing their part too. They realized that most of the boundaries they put up came from an imagined fear. Yes, they interacted with other race groups before, but it had been largely on their terms. Slowly that changed. They began to see all South Africans as equals. South Africans now had a common identity – shared a common pride in one nation!
This realization made him reflect on his life. He was stupid, arrogant and now – lonely. The media no longer reported his every word. His supporters realized that he was not the man to lead them to their future and all of South Africa grasped the fact that Julius Malema was very much unSouth African!
Julius Malema was a broken man. Alone at 80, he smiled to himself. Perhaps it was true; South Africa really didn’t need people like him.