On the cusp of a Stage 6 blackout, these words leapt at me: “Out, damned spot; out, I say. One, two, why, then ’tis time to do’t. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeard? What need we fear who knows it when none can call our power to account?”
Like Lady Macbeth in Act 5, President Ramaphosa is in a bind. Two weeks down the line, we still don’t have regulations to the Disaster Management Act that legislated a state of electricity emergency. No wonders why.
Macbeth aka Ramaphosa has problems of credibility. The public don’t trust him and his dithering against acting swiftly while people experience blackouts and implosions in service delivery persuade us that, pardon the phrase, something is rotten in the captured state,…