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Chapters (56)
  1. Cover
  2. Halftitle
  3. By the same author
  4. Title
  5. Dedication
  6. Prologue
  7. Part I Cleave
  8. December 1979
  9. Spokes
  10. Saskia
  11. The Beige Bakkie
  12. Rutherford & Joseth
  13. The Villagers
  14. Spokes
  15. Kuki
  16. Spokes
  17. Saskia
  18. Joseth
  19. Spokes
  20. January 1980
  21. Tom
  22. Vida
  23. Tom
  24. Spokes
  25. Saskia
  26. Spokes
  27. Spokes
  28. February 1980
  29. Spokes
  30. Saskia
  31. Saskia
  32. Spokes
  33. Saskia
  34. Spokes
  35. Part II Cleave
  36. March 1980
  37. The Lovely Loveness
  38. Dikeledi
  39. Lukha
  40. Spokes
  41. Sitshengisiwe
  42. Philemon
  43. Rutherford & Spokes
  44. Spokes
  45. Spokes
  46. April 1980
  47. Spokes
  48. Silas
  49. Dr Gustav Mabuse
  50. Spokes
  51. Kuki
  52. The Red Aster
  53. Spokes
  54. Epilogue
  55. Acknowledgements
  56. Rate this book

‘And so when we say we are for the people, that we want to put the people first, that we want to give you good education and health care for free, that we want to give you back the land that was stolen from your ancestors,’ – here Silas Mthimkhulu was interrupted by a greatly impassioned uproar, and had to wait a very long time before he could continue – ‘they try to make our putting you first seem like a bad and ugly thing. They try to make it look like their exploitation of you, your children, your land and your wealth, for a century, was somehow for your own good. They want you to think that small steps forward under their leadership were actual giant leaps. But you know the truth. Some of you went to war, willing to make the ultimate sacrifice because you knew the truth. You have always known the truth. You have always seen through their lies. You have never been fools. You have always been wise.’

In response, the crowd did many things at once – ululated, whistled, chanted, clapped, stomped – creating a deafening cacophony that made it very clear to all that if Silas Mthimkhulu were to run for the office of Prime Minister, many would vote for him.

Having taken the people exactly where he wanted them to go, Silas Mthimkhulu knew he could do with them whatever he pleased.

‘Now be honest with me, my good people. How many of you, when you saw posters of me around the townships asking you to vote for me as your Member of Parliament, thought to yourselves, ‘What does Silas Mthimkhulu the businessman know about politics?’

The crowd laughed shyly and sheepishly.

‘How many of you not only thought it, but said it out loud?’

The laughter grew more comfortable.

‘How many of you not only said it out loud to yourselves, but also to family and friends at home and at the beer garden?’

The comfortable laughter grew even more comfortable.

‘You were right to wonder, of course. It is your right to want competent people to lead you. But I ask you out here in the open: what is government if not a business? A government is about providing goods and services to its people. In order to do that, the government has to know how to trade. In order to do that, the government has to know how best to manage its resources.’

The crowd nodded at the apparent sagacity of his words.

‘Who then can better understand government than a businessman?’

‘Mthimkhulu! Mthimkhulu! Mthimkhulu!’

Even though the crowd was heartily chanting his name, Silas Mthimkhulu said, ‘I can see that some of you have doubts about my bona fides.’ The crowd predictably objected to this, to Silas Mthimkhulu’s great satisfaction. He continued, ‘I know some of you have heard rumours about me helping our boys cross over into Zambia … about me providing them with much-needed shelter, clothing, food and medical supplies.’