Tuesday.
The Durban afternoon is boiling. The two weeks of rain recently mean that the air is laden with moisture, despite the blazing sun. Fortunately, it’s been a day of telephone work, so I’ve been able to wear as little as possible. The one meeting I had lined up for the day stood me up, so at least I haven’t had to put on long trousers and shoes to add to my suffering. It’s way too hot to go anywhere near the beach yet, even if I could. Copy is dragging, so there’s not much chance of getting the sweat off in the ocean before Friday.
Half clad or not, I’m dizzy from the heat. And the day-and-a-half of former intelligence boss Mo Shaik’s testimony to the Zondo commission. Shaik, a former ANC intelligence chief and the one-time head of the international section of the State Security Agency, has, since Monday morning, painted a pretty methodical — and chilling — picture of how the Gupta brothers exerted their influence over former president Jacob Zuma.
Shaik’s delivery in his presentation to Zondo has been calm, precise, like he’s giving a presentation at a conference. The contents of what he has had to say were intense, an ugly picture of life inside the Zuma administration.
Shaik has also confirmed the lengths that Zuma went to to protect his “friends”, closing down the investigation by Shaik and other intelligence bosses into the brothers; offering a transfer to Canada as a diplomat to get him out of the picture.
I never thought I’d see Shaik drop the hammer on Zuma like this. It’s almost inconceivable, given the history between the two of them — and Shaik’s key role in Zuma’s rise to power.
The mobile goes. It’s a bra of mine who lives near the Sibaya Casino, with a tip-off. The brother went to Sibaya on Monday night for some car giveaway. It turns out he lost a grand playing roulette — he didn’t win the car either — but he did spot Ace Magashule and former SAA board chairperson Dudu Myeni heading into the casino’s Tatso restaurant.
Fair enough.Ace was in the province on Monday for meetings with the ANC leadership aboutthe proposed deal with the Inkatha Freedom Party giving them the mayorship of Abaqulusi municipality in Zululand in return for backing the ANC’s mayoral candidate in Johannesburg.
There’s nothing that outlandish about Ace popping into the casino.
Perhaps Ace is a punter and was having a nibble before a quick hand or two of blackjack. We all have to eat, after all.
Perhaps.
Perhaps Dudu is fond of a bit of a flutter — given the reckless abandon with which she approached the finances of the national carrier and the occasional other public entity. Stranger things have happened.
Perhaps Dudu’s into roulette, and just happened to run into Ace on the way to the ATM and decided to tap him for a loan, given that she has no money for lawyers and all that.
Perhaps.
My friend, who’s a bit of a conspiracy theorist as well as a punter, doesn’t think their presence at Sibaya is so innocent. He reckons the two of them are up to no good, plotting politically.
My man is convinced that this is no innocent chicken curry and roti on the way to the King Shaka Airport and a flight back to Jozi; no quick punt and pint on the way to the plane.
Perhaps.