Now do your job, Mr Zuma
Good, day, Mr President.
My job is done. I have helped you ascend to your rightful place and I am proud of you.
I woke up in the wee hours of April 22 and stood in a queue for more than an hour. The weather was inclement but I knew I had a job to do. so I gladly stood in that queue to do my job, Mr President.
My left thumb nail is coloured with pride because I know I was doing my job. You were the most interesting on that ballot paper. I honoured you with the hope that you will return the favour.
Mr President, now please prove me right for believing that you will stabilise the country. Prove me right for believing the economic climate of the country will be favourable for me to work for myself and family.
Prove me right for believing that the BRT threat in my province will be dealt with amicably.
Prove me right for believing that teens completing matric will get access to an even better education and job opportunities. Prove me right for believing that all children eligible for schooling will be hauled, kicking and screaming, to schools to get a good education so that they can be employable in future.
Prove me right for believing that housing will continue to be provided for all in need. Prove me right for believing that South African crime statistics will show this country as being the best in the world, with little or no crime.
I have done my job, now please do yours, Mr President. I do not need to strike and regret my belief in you for the next five years.