GONE TO THE DOGS? By Asithandile Gxumisa
From an old and retired village located in an obscure and tranquil corner of South Africa, I have caught wind of a rumour as disconcerting as it is praevalent, to wit: ‘South Africa has gone to the dogs”. Tidings of a gloomy and melancholic turn, and this rumour happens precisely to be of that kind, are such as customarily feed my deep and imperishable pessimism. Yet a part of me, that of a patriot deeply and infinitely in love with everything South African, refuses on this peculiar occasion to gobble up this dreadful and saddening news. Now I do not for one moment doubt, for we are credibly informed, that the fortune of all sublunary Kingdoms and Republics will come to naught eventually, on that great and dolorific Day when the heavens will pass away with a roar and when all souls will marvel at the sign of the Son of Man; but I should like to believe, from purely patriotic motives, that South Africa’s star is auspicious enough to guide her through the troubles and convulsions o...