One of my eyes is weeping and the other isn't. So I've been looking at life through one pink eye lately. Bit like our President, Jacob Zuma.
The man just can't keep his trousers zippered. On one hand I really don't give a monkey's who he sleeps with. But in a country where 5.7 million people are living with Aids – would I be overstepping the mark by expecting him to wear a goddamned condom when he strays from his three marital and one affianced beds?
I don't even care that he had sex with his friend's daughter. She certainly looks like she knows her way around the block. And I'm not having a girlish bleat about honouring marriage vows either. I don't expect public figures to be saints. I spent too many years on the road for that. Yes, Tiger got his balls out, Bill smoked his cigar and Eliott flashed his credit card. But, far as I know, none of these fellas impregnated their 'bits on the side'. And I may be making a huge assumption here – but maybe, just maybe they were at least responsible in one thing. They wore condoms.
President Zuma – you are seriously undermining the fight against Aids in this country. If you aren't going to wear a condom – why should any other guy in SA wear one? There are 1.4 million Aids orphans in our country, Jacob. Their parents are dead. They died from unprotected sex and it's vicious bitch stigma.
Pull yourself together and get a rubber on. Then I won't mind you waving your willie about in public.