the super prof

it is as yogi berra said, "it's dejevu, all over again". the middle aged prof and new Principal of the university of free state swooped upon his self-identified moment of history with vigour and single-mindedness, using his immense powers of empathy, immense, he wiped the slate clean for the so-called reitz four. in doing so, super prof spat and re-spat in the faces of the victims. four women and a man, who really could have been anybody's mother or auntie sophie or malome jonas. super prof, says legal semantics prevented him from addressing the victims about his intentions. crazy, crazier. we can imagine him (super prof - he with mandelaesque powers of empathy, yes him), on the eve of his great act of magnanimity, sitting on the edge of his bed, his wife gazing at him with immense pride and admiration. super prof on his cell phone, sending out a group sms to all and sundry; "tommorrow, make sure you read the koerant, jislaaik, it will be big, huge, they will say i am like mandela, you will see. i'm going to forgive those white boys, those cleaners AND the country will be so proud of me, yo! it will be HUGE. anyways, buy the paper tomorrow." and so it went. super prof, got on stage, all decked out in ufs' finest, and announced the extent of his super powers. in one fell swoop, he interposed himself in the shoes of the victims AND the victimisers and brokered an apology to the victims made ostensibly by victimisers. super man that prof.

the irony here, is that in his zest for his very own mandela moment, super prof has indeed, inadvertently stumbled upon this much sought after moment. all he needs to do now is introduce himself and his intentions properly to the people most concerned in this whole affair. look them in the eyes and say, ladies and gentleman, i am truly sorry, i erred immensely in not consulting you, next time, i will do better.