In the years preceding the resignation of Jacob Zuma, we were experiencing a living nightmare. As I think back on the mayhem that surrounded us each and every day, I wonder how we survived: every morning waking up to a new, brain-slamming headline. High hopes, I guess, high hopes that common sense, justice and sanity would eventually prevail and pull us out of the mess. Enter Cyril Ramaphosa. Just in the nick of time, supposedly. I remember having a celebratory glass with my wife on the evening Cyril took office. We all shared a new optimism, shared new hope for the first time in a very long while.
Fast forward 18 months. Here we are, and what’s the state of our nation? I’ve spent the last few weeks attending numerous industry events and trade shows. Despite the busy-ness, this time has opened my eyes to a glaring reality. All indications show that things are truly not looking up.
