Had an intrepid journalist not dug up the dirt over Julius Malema’s self-indulgent and overdone partying, the communities he serves would’ve still believed he was sensitive to their cause.
We can only hope the bottles and uneaten food were placed in blue recycling bags, that ironically, and without Juju’s knowledge, could’ve helped street people in some measure.
But he probably doesn’t know about Blue Bag day, when recyclable items in the distinctive blue plastic bags are put out for collection that weekly line the streets for municipal pick-up trucks.
But before the tucks’ arrival, street people attack the bags for left-over food, probably the only meal (sic) for a week. And for extra bits of cash they dig for glass and paper, stacking them in “hired” supermarket trolleys, wheeling them to recycling depots, an agonising long way away.
You see them sweating and manhandling the unwieldy trolleys on busy streets and coping with unsympathetic motorists who force them onto sidewalks not built for wheels.
There must’ve been a good dollop of left-over food in Juju’s bags – partygoers prefer liquids above solids – so the street people would’ve had a ball tasting foreign food (to them, that is), like caviar, flame-gilled rib-eye steak, French fries (not slap chips for our Juju) and Camembert cheese. He could’ve instructed his idle bodyguards to make up parcels of these delicacies and place them in the blue bags, ready for hungry mouths to savour.
His credibility as a caring person would’ve been assured.
Sadly, he lost an ideal opportunity proving he isn’t your typical lying politician who promises the world with smart rhetoric, but in reality suffers memory loss at crunch time. In one foul swoop he showed his true colours. Not once did he consider the ramifications of wasting a load of boodle on luxuries and getting sozzled on the most expensive liquor, particularly in the light of his followers having to forage for food and a few measly cents on which to subsist.
Maybe, just maybe, he has learnt a lesson, and before partying up a storm next time, he’ll keep the poor in mind – even launching a special fund for street people, administered by NGOs, so as to prevent the dehumanising practice of foraging. And calling it #BlueBags-must-fall.
And Julius, Klippies tastes better than Glen Livet.