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http://www.timeslive.co.za/opinion/.../Things-fall-apart-but-literally-in-this-town
Is this our future?
At 3PM on October 26 life was hell on Sutherland Street, in Mthatha (formerly Umtata) Nothing worked. The electricity was out and none of the town's traffic lights worked.
The road into the town was gridlocked. So was the road out. In the middle of the town, mayhem ensued.
Drivers were supposed to give each other turns at getting through intersections, treating every traffic light as a four-way stop. The taxi drivers did not adhere to the unwritten rules of the road.
The rest of the drivers beeped and tried to block the taxi drivers.
Every time I pass through Mthatha, my heart sinks. I have been going to the Eastern Cape regularly since 1994, and every time I see a glimpse of hope, the next time I arrive I am plunged into despair. Things always seem to fall apart there.
Last year, the Sunday Times wrote about the sheer mess that was the local municipality: rubbish collection collapsed, electricity provision non-existent for months on end, water provision at a dangerous point.
The picture painted by that report was so dark, so desperate, that Minister of Defence Lindiwe Sisulu mobilised her forces and went on a clean-up of the town. A year later, I could not help but feel pain at the piles of rubble in and outside the town.
In the run-up to the 1999 election, I followed Thabo Mbeki, at the time the president of the ANC, to Mthatha to speak at a meeting. It was a meeting unlike the ones he had spent that long and exhausting day addressing - his audiences rural, uneducated people - because it was full of the elite of Mthatha.
A man called Marshall Siwana asked Mbeki to send the national government to the area to help solve its problems.
Mbeki answered that the educated people at the meeting needed to start taking responsibility and help their town, and thereby themselves.
The national government alone was not going to help the people of Mthatha, Mbeki said.
What causes the destruction of places like Mthatha? It is not mere incompetence. Local elites rush to put their snouts into the trough are a big part of the problem.
The arrest last week of John Block, the ANC's Northern Cape provincial chairman, on charges of fraud, money laundering and corruption provides a clue as to why provincial elites are part of the massive problems that bedevil us.
The charges against Block, a long-serving ANC leader and finance MEC, relate to tenders awarded for water purification equipment for the provincial department of health worth R42-million.
Block is also being investigated for contraventions of the Public Finance Management Act in connection with procurement irregularities on tenders worth R200-million.
In the same week that I was in the Eastern Cape, two weeks ago, All Saints Hospital, between Ngcobo and Mthatha, had a massive water crisis because residents were diverting its water for their own use.
The Sunday Times reported that patients and staff at the hospital, which serves about 150000 people, "were forced to endure 10 days of unhygienic hell after their municipal water supply was stolen by thirsty neighbours".
"The situation became chaotic as bloody linen piled up at the hospital. Fifty babies were delivered in the maternity ward during that period.
"Emergency water was trucked to the hospital but proved to be insufficient, so more water had to be drawn from a nearby river, but it was unsuitable for use in the hospital laundry," the newspaper said.
Why did the residents steal the hospital's water? The newspaper said that there are taps in the village but they do not always work. Resident Hombakazi Poswayo said his family of eight drive to collect water in Khalinyanga, 5km away.
And there you have it. A tender was probably awarded to a supplier at an inflated price. The supplier did the job badly so that he could bribe those who gave him the tender. The taps run dry. The people redirect water from the hospital. Poor patients die.
This is the long hand of corruption. The poor suffer and die from it.
While waiting for my flight at Mthatha airport it was nice to drink a lovely cup of tea in the Café Gravity, which was furnished with new, leather-upholstered chairs. One of the eight had fallen apart.
A man near me fell out of a chair painfully and noisily - another had collapsed.
Is this our future?