Fred Khumalo Columnist

Thanks to Eskom, my house was as dark as the soul of a corrupt ANC politician, and as cold as a typical Gupta heart. My stomach, grumbling louder than the EFF during a parliamentary seating, told me I had to go out and get some food. But the rain was still falling as copiously as an Angelo Agrizzi testimony. I hate driving in the rain. I’d been told Mr Delivery had suspended operations in our area due to load-shedding. My wife, always ready with a solution in times of crisis, was away. I was stuck. Then, a light-bulb moment (an unfortunate figure of speech under the circumstances). I whipped out my phone and went online, checking which areas were not affected by the power outage. Melville was one of them. I dialled an eatery there, one highly recommended not so long ago. They were open and had lots of spare tables. It was while sitting in an Uber as it braved its way through the thick, dark rain that one of President Cyril Ramaphosa’s promises came to mind: all children will be equi...

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