Yes to lady president, no to NDZ

Our beleaguered nation is in desperate need of a lady president. So far, the men at the helm have let us down. That is, with the exception of Nelson Mandela.

For the rest, they’ve all had serious flaws in their leadership, costing us dearly. Mbeki was too academic, ignoring the reality of HIV-Aids for which we are still paying the price. Zuma was a total disaster and has helped towards the country’s predicament – materially and morally.

As for President Cyril Ramaphosa, for whom we had high hopes, he is led by the nose by a splinter group headed by Dr Dlamini-Zuma, the lady with a smoking gun – and certainly not our candidate for the top job.

What we crave is a pretty (ideally), fresh leader, unencumbered by party strife and free from the baggage of a political past with the words “apartheid” and “struggle” struck from the political vocabulary – replaced by “unity” and “prosperity”.

Only a woman’s intuition, ingenuity, emotion and talent for multitasking (totally out of a male’s domain) can wipe the slate and come up with policies of benefit to the people. They’ll not concern themselves with ego-building, but rather concentrate on delegating the right people for the right portfolios.

I’ve seen this done in the corporate world when a woman is given a chance at management. They’re hard as nails and won’t tolerate whimpering. The job, the budget and loyalty come first. All this, despite a woman’s other side. She still runs a home, copes with pregnancy, cooks and cleans.

I’ve experienced these traits in my own home, concluding there’s no way I would manage these multitudinous tasks. I’d hate to be pregnant and wouldn’t survive labour pains.

And I can’t cook and can’t stand making beds. And I cringe from budgets (home and company) and am intolerant of management meetings and corporate conventions.

Most men in my circle have similar limitations from which most men suffer. And, out of this lot come the politicians.

So let’s headhunt a candidate, and help change the horrendous status quo. The political glass ceiling needs shattering. Tempt her with a smart wardrobe. And voila!

Cliff Buchler.

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