Cwele makes a complete ass out of herself

Posted on 22. Dec, 2009 by Arnold Hofmann in Blog, Politics, featured

If you knew Frankie like I know Frankie , oh oh oh what a guy.Hi my name is Sheryl and I work for the Municipality where the Hibiscus grow on the South Coast of KZN. I am one of its Directors – quite ‘high’ up you understand. My surname is Cwele – that’s right the same as our Minister of Intelligence and strangely enough – my husbands. That I am a loyal cadre and deployee of the ANC goes without saying, so I won’t. But, what does need saying is that I secretly (so my super intelligent husband would not find out) bought an animal. A mule to be precise. A mule is a gullible beast but one of good intentions and pure thoughts. In addition to my mule I sought a shareholder for my animal farm. A BBBEE partner of course, and so it came to pass that I met Frankie on a trip to Hollywood. Whilst being an innocent lady from Zululand, Frankie soon had me using four letter words like Zols, Coke, drug, mule, loot,lots, lots-a-loot. When the opportunity arose Frankie and I loaded our mule full of four letter words and sent her off to seek greener pastures and overseas currency – (no not for ESCOM).

Just to make sure Mary (not her real name) was safe and sound, I sent her motherly type SMS’S and e-mails to reassure her that all job applications in Brazil involved a certain period of jail time. Quite normal according to Frankie. You might be wondering at this stage why I had not told my current employees on the South Coast of KZN where the Hibiscus grow or, in fact my super intelligent hubby about my new venture? A very good question and like bak-oor oom Piet I will get back to you soon. Of course, should anyone find out about my animal farm, mule or Frankie, I will deny deny deny (another four letter word Frankie taught me) and seek refuge behind the facade of a nervous breakdown. One that lasts at least 6 months on full pay of course.

When my husband phoned recently to ask about my recent purchases I said Siyabonga (that’s also his name) why hast thou not lead me not to go astray? Did thou not knoweth where all the loot came from, the added bits around the house? My nerves cannot take it anymore and so I will return to work, delete all those motherly e-mails etc, and hope to hell Frankie stays in Hollywood.

Alas this fairytale does not have a happy ending. For the trustworthy mule Mary (not her real name) still does not have her promised job in Brazil and so remains in jail (it pains me so ), whilst I the wicked witch of the South Coast where the Hibiscus continue to grow to earn lots and lots and lots and to deny deny deny, as does my Minister of dubious intelligence husband. You see, once you become a farmer of mules and spread just enough of the manure around and cultivate job seekers, you never have to apply for a real job in your life.

If you will permit me one comment Sheryl/ and borrowing one of Frankies four letter words – crap and lots and lots of it. You do not deserve to have your freedom whilst denying Mary (not her real name) hers. Do not pass go, do not collect R200-00. You know the rest as does your husband. Go on I challenge you to do the right thing and come clean. For F—rrankies sake. Clean governance – my mules end . You don’t know how to spell the word do you but then again who the hell cares – you certainly don’t.

Tags: drug mule margate, hibiscus coast, Politics, sheryl cwele

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One Response to “Cwele makes a complete ass out of herself”

John Cooper 24 December 2009 at 2:36 pm #

mmm, with the magnitude of the infringement, must be a horse’s ass; Shire or Percheron I would say, but then again those breeds were ‘working’ horses.

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