THE year of Julius Malema and Caster Semenya and of the rise of the son of Nkandla peasants to the highest office in the land has come to a close.
The year we are welcoming in a few hours promises much. The recession is technically over and the economy can only sail out of the doldrums it has found itself in for the last few months.
The collective dream of hosting the football family of nations will become a reality when the World Cup kicks off in a mere six months.
Bafana Bafana, too, cannot do any worse and we dare believe we will make it to the second round of the world football festival.
But as we down another beverage in the company of friends and family we should remember that we as a nation still have a lot of work ahead of us.
The year that was, was not kind to the already diminishing jobs market. It was a year in which we again became the most unequal country on earth.
We say all this not because we are party poopers. While we are happy for those who are enjoying the fruit of their industry, innovation, luck or a combination of these, we are unashamed in saying that our solidarity and thoughts remain with the poor and marginalised in this time of jolly merriment.
As another year starts, let us all do what we can to ensure that by this time next year it will be more than just a ritual when we say Happy New Year.