As Joburgers yearn for spring, we see the early signs of it; can feel it and smell it in the air – the dry and dusty highveld winter won’t go without a fight. The August flu bugs always seem to be the nastiest. Pollen plus pollution equals hay fever. It’s a long slog, the stretch between the promise of jasmine blossoms and the fulfilment of jacaranda trees in bloom, with little to alleviate the grim urban landscape. Litter blows in the season-changing wind. Black swathes of burnt winter grass won’t turn a redemptive green for months. This is a time for schadenfreude, for gallows humour, for grim grins. Commissions of inquiry and parliamentary committees continue to expose the deep rot of state capture. The scheming opportunism of party politics leaves one despairing at the ANC, the EFF and the DA. Shameful, shameless British Prime Minister Theresa May bumbles her way through a state visit to SA. Is there any alternative to downright cynicism? I’ve been riding out this patch with the...

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