Reflections on Dorcas Makgato

Of course, she knows that I love her. And I have no qualms in admitting that I missed her. She had not heard from me for years. And after she lost her MP seat, I wasn’t one of the many who flooded her mobile phone with sympathy calls and unsolicited short messages of commiseration. I was not happy that she had lost. Neither was I sad. I knew that contrary to what a few people thought, her world was just taking a fresh turn. In my view, having had the pleasure of working so closely with her, it would take a profound dearth of imagination for anyone to think that her world was coming to a grinding halt. And yet that is what some clowns gloated about!

There are eventualities that are not tied to anyone’s whims or mishaps, such as the fact that the sun will rise early tomorrow morning and set in the evening. In the same vein, I was sure that Dorcas would be back on her feet in no time. That would never depend on anyone’s whims or glaring wish for misfortune. Owing to her character, a larger than life personality that always bubbles with boundless energy and eternal optimism, I knew that she would never be drawn into wasting time frivolously wallowing in a bottomless pit of self-pity.