While South Africa officially jols and is happy for life to get normal again – as if they don’t know that life will never be “normal” as we know it again – and the finance minister and hobby chef, the honourable Tito Mboweni fux up the planned family feast …
… everybody seems to forget the silent killer, lurking in the background:
What’s the problem, guys? The novelty virus not sexy enough anymore? Want more spectacle, more infections, more deaths?
Coming right up!
And anyway, shouldn’t the minister of the cash register not be busy day and night, figuring out how to get the country out of the pandemic with not too much debt?
Not that roasting a chicken is a bad idea, ever, but sending out twitty twats about it to almost a million followers is maybe not the most professional attempt. I mean what will the taxpayers and the poor unemployed think about such behaviour? “Bigwig can afford to fuk up chicken dinner and I can’t even afford some white bread. :(“
You kidz, you are smarter, right?
So, still, even after 152 days, we stay home and keep our sickly microbes to ourselves, and help our families and the whole humanity to survive!