I have moved from hearing Julius Malema to seeing him; it is the sight of him, not sound, that charges my batteries. Was it not Oscar Wilde who said: "A man's face is his autobiography?"
I find the rest of the quote disparaging of women and out of respect to my mother - may her dear soul rest in peace - I will not repeat it here.
Malema's face says things about him that ignite in me the same jollity a child has once they enter a toy store.
To a biographer, practising or aspiring, Malema is like the rainbow of colour on an artist's palette!
At the rate he's going or, to suit my argument, the more I look into his face as it stares back at me from newspaper pages, I see the chance for a biography that will sell better than Spud.
James Thurber wasn't talking my language when he, as reported, said the following: "I loathe the expression 'What makes him tick'. It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solutions, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm."
Writing Malema's life story, I suspect, could give the writer a high no drug has been known to induce. It would be a literary pleasure to embark on a trip to find out, Mr Thurber, what exactly makes the young man from Seshego tick.
I'm inching halfway through Tony Leon's On the Contrary and it reaffirms my pique with self-penned life stories. He flies through the part where his father, apartheid Judge Ramon Leon, makes headlines about sending the Amanzimtoti bomber, Andrew Zondo, to jail. A biographer could have, like Picasso and colour, journeyed majestically into this aspect of the former Opposition leader's life. True to the words of Mark Twain, "we do not deal much in facts when we are contemplating ourselves".
Since Mark Gevisser's seminal work on Thabo Mbeki,The Dream Deferred, the art of biography has assumed a life of its own.
The literary grapevine tells me Pippa's Green's Choice, Not Fate, her biography of Finance Minister Trevor Manuel, does not disappoint.
I saw Bantu Holomisa getting tough with Xolani Gwala on Asikhulume and remembered that a biography of the former Transkei strongman would be another welcome addition to posterity's library.
There's a former small-time bouncer who now rubs shoulders with the best in the boxing world - Nick Durandt. The man's life is the stuff good books are made of.
A book on Clive Derby-Lewis would be worth more than his TRC submissions. In my neck of the woods, they say the best honour you can bestow on a man is to call him by his surname. Book me an audience with Derby-Lewis before the parole denials kill him, and you'd have shown me the greatest respect.
That madman Twain again: "Biographies are but the clothes and buttons of the man - the biography of the man himself cannot be written."
He obviously wrote this before he could look into Malema's face - like I have!