You are probably thinking – ‘Oh NO, not an episode that starts with a poem!’
But stay with me here. Our epistle today deals with the strange world of the High Court and the helpless inevitability of bad legal advice.
This is a very grim episode of my narrative. There is no light at the end of this tunnel … unless one can count the glow from exploded MTN masts.
Sorry for the break in transmission: we were sideswiped by the news this last week that a Senior Manager at eThekwini Municipality, Claire I-Never-Met-a-Cell-Mast-Application-I-Didn’t-Like Norton, APPROVED the MTN cell masts. When we enquired how she had managed to overlook some fairly crucial flaws, we discovered that she had joined the Jacqui O’Sullivan School of Advanced Lying (with Head of Department Vincent Ngubane and Councilor Fawzia Peer as proud alumni). She referred vaguely to some ‘Agreement’, but when we asked – as we have been doing for the last four years – to see this ‘Agreement’, we got the stone wall once again. This is a developing story, as they say, but in the meantime we will have to go back and continue our story from 2017 …
Until now, our heroine has been angry in an all-purpose, sort-of generalised, on-basic-principles kind of way. But now it has become PERSONAL