Malume Enoch sounds increasingly like a quack doctor
Ao, bathong, malume Enoch Godongwana! Are you puffing something? “Economic conditions are easing for the poor”? Hawu! Tell that to Mama Ndlovu sweating outside Pick n Pay, counting R5 coins like they’re Kruger rands after your fuel levy kicked her budget like cops spilling buckets of homemade beer during Covid.
Lower inflation? Interest rates down?
That’s like telling a drowning man the rain has stopped… while the raindrops keep pelting him! The unions shouting themselves hoarse, and the NGOs waving spreadsheets – all screaming the fuel hike will make bread taste like gold dust.
But you, Mr Minister, perched in your Treasury igloo, see sunshine and rainbows? You point to numbers dancing on a page while the real dance floor – the township streets – is buckling under the weight of taxi fares going higher.
“No need for more VAT relief,” you declare, like a sangoma diagnosing a headache while ignoring the axe lodged in the patient’s skull.
