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.