. Read that again. Nowhere did I mention any sort of pill so before you start thinking this column is a birth control workshop sorry to disappoint you. This remains a column laced with silliness and a dash of humor. No, there's no way I'm going to contribute to slowing the growth of the population of a country where investors are snorting at our invitation to invest here because of low population figures. In fact one cynic once said they cannot set up business here because we're outnumbered by goats. Goats as everyone knows are not known to buy anything. So you get the point.
My missive is about what happens to an election candidate after losing an election. I once participated in an election in my ward to be a treasurer of a Neighbourhood Watch Committee. My neighbours decided they could not trust me with their money only because I was frequently visited by a guy who drove a delivery van for a furniture store. It's always a bit awkward when you're mistaken for a bad debtor. It's like showing up at a party wearing jeans only to realize it's a black-tie event. You're the one sticking out like a sore thumb, or in this case, like a ten pula bill among credit cards. Truth is, I was not actually a bad debtor, just the star of a financial misunderstanding comedy! Admittedly my motive for contesting was not totally innocent. There was massive rigging and I lost 5-3. This was years ago before the advent of Madibelatlhopo so I was basically on my own. So in terms of losing elections I know exactly what I'm talking about.
