When Cyril Ramaphosa was sworn in as South Africa’s president on
February 15, he had just won the latest round in a long political saga
that had pitted him against African National Congress (ANC) heavyweights
since the end of apartheid in the early 1990s.
That
drawn-out struggle reads much like a multi-episode marathon power
struggle in which several players were brought together in a grim battle
to control the destiny of the emerging new nation and define the course
it would take.
They all came from diverse
backgrounds, carrying varying credentials of their anti-apartheid
struggle, but more often than not they fought more like rivals than they
did like comrades.
The prize on offer was the mantle
of the venerable Rolihlahla Nelson Mandela, whose saint-like aura had
grown during his long incarceration and who had, by the time he was
released in 1990, become the most celebrated political icon of the
world. The contestants were an array of actors who had won their spurs
in the fight against the old regime in different theatres.
A choice of three
There
was Thabo Mbeki, the suave, pipe-smoking, UK-trained intellectual with a
reputation for brainy engagements and impatience for those who opposed
him.
There was Ramaphosa, the trade union lawyer who
caught Mandela’s attention in the short time they met around the process
of the old man’s release from jail.
There was Jacob
Zuma, the cunning, if unschooled, former intelligence chief of the ANC, a
voluble populist, with a voice for song and step for dance, who was
thought to have all sorts of dirt on his comrades.
There
were others in the earlier years of the new order, people like Gabriel
“Tokyo” Sexwale, Bantu Holomisa, even Winnie Madikizela-Mandela, and
others, but most drifted away into business and other pursuits and left
the drama of the Mandela succession to the aforementioned-mentioned
three.
Between Ramaphosa and Mbeki, it was becoming
clear there would be some friction between the exiles — those ANC cadres
who had conducted their struggle from abroad — and the “inziles” —those who had borne the brunt of apartheid at home.
Zuma
shared the exile label with Mbeki, but had the added advantage of
having been an “islander” as well, meaning one who had shared some
Robben Island prison glory with Mandela.
Of the three,
Ramaphosa looked like the one who had stolen a march on other postulants
by appearing by the side of Madiba on February 11, 1990, as the latter
walked out of prison, and later that day at the Cape Town Hall balcony
as the apartheid struggle icon addressed his first rally (Ramaphosa held
the microphone for Mandela).
The 37-year-old Cyril
milked every ounce out of his chairmanship of the Mandela reception
committee, and it soon emerged that Mandela had been favourably
impressed by the youngster’s way of handling things.
Madiba succession
These
momentous images catapulted Ramaphosa to the forefront of the Madiba
succession, and when he was soon chosen to head the constitutional
process, he appeared unstoppable. But other forces were at work, and
when it came to anointing one of the Young Turks as heir to the Mandela
sceptre, Mbeki was tapped.
Many observers believe that
Ramaphosa was piqued by this choice, though he himself has been on
record saying that he did not think much of it because he acknowledged
his relative youth which made him defer to older comrades.
That
hardly explains Ramaphosa’s conspicuous absence at Mandela’s
inauguration in 1994. Mandela had clearly promised him the crown but,
under persuasion from other ANC strands, failed to deliver. Ramaphosa
was sore. He left and plunged into business with a vengeance.
I
met Ramaphosa soon after Madiba’s inauguration in one of his corporate
nests in Gauteng. I had been recommended as an interviewer by Tanzanian
High Commissioner Ami Mpungwe. I found him to be personable, easy to be
around, soft-spoken, articulate and charming. At the end of our short
interview, I asked him whether he was out of politics for good or if
this was just a sabbatical.
He laughed at the word
sabbatical, quipping that that was for academics. For him this was it,
he was done with politics. I could have been fooled by the candour with
which he seemed to say this.
But the saga continued, even after the succession battle had been settled in favour of Mbeki.
The
man chosen to take over from Mandela did not have the “Madiba magic,”
but he had pedigree. He was the son of Govan Mbeki, a most prestigious
“islander” and close associate of Madiba, who had worked intimately with
Oliver Reginald (O.R.) Tambo in exile and who had led the earlier
negotiations with business people as apartheid was on its last kicks.
With
Ramaphosa on “sabbatical,” the field was reduced to two pugilists who
could not have been any more different from each other: Mbeki, the
epitome of erudition and sophistication, versus Zuma, the exemplar of
populism and basest human instincts of cupidity and sleaze.
When
Mbeki chose Zuma for vice president as he took over from Madiba, he was
pandering to a number of factors, which included, sadly, the ethnic
calculus.
The ANC, which was born in the hands of Zulu
scholar John Langalibalele Dube, and which for some time continued
under Zulu leaders, was, at the time of Mandela’s release, perceived as
having sidelined the Zulu in favour of the Xhosa, so much so that there
was talk of the so-called “Xhosa-Nostra.” All the top leadership came
from this group (Tambo, Mandela and Thabo), although the ANC has always
downplayed the ethnic factor.
‘Et tu, Brute?’
The
black-on-black violence surrounding the arrival of the new state, the
tribal innuendo weaved into the political discourse and the felt need
for ethnic inclusiveness gave traction to Zuma’s ambitions and helped
hoist him to the vice-presidency (in 1999), right under Thabo, and a
vantage point from which he could now make the lunge for the top post.
Though
Zuma was obviously a reprobate right from the word go, he was riding a
huge popularity surge, and his strong base in KwaZulu-Natal helped beef
up ANC numbers there, and when he decided to strike after Thabo removed
him from the vice-presidency (though Zuma retained the ANC
vice-presidency) for scandalous delinquency in 2005, Zuma had enough
political ammo to plunge the knife in his boss’s back and take his
throne.
What Zuma did in 2008 at Polokwane city was to
galvanise the grievances of the so-called “Coalition of the Wounded” —
people Mbeki had slighted or sidelined; those annoyed by his strange
theories about HIV-Aids; those who thought he was too aloof and lost in
African and world diplomacy — and Mbeki found himself “recalled.”
Two years later Jacob Zuma was president of the ANC and South Africa.
The long knives
When
Ramaphosa was elected ANC president in 2017 (beating Zuma’s ex-wife,
who was the president’s favourite in the election) adding to his
incumbency as of the country’s vice president, I felt we were witnessing
a replay of Polokwane, with slight modifications.
Soon Ramaphosa was leading delegations to meet Zuma to arrange for the latter’s departure à la Mbeki.
Zuma
played the innocent “I did nothing wrong card,” but to no avail. The
long knives were out again, but this time he was the one facing the
sharp end of the blades, and as William Shakespeare’s Macbeth says in Macbeth about murderous conspiracies as he ponders the possibility of killing his king:
‘That we but teach bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor; this even-handed justice commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice to our own lips.’
‘That we but teach bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor; this even-handed justice commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice to our own lips.’
Endgame
Will
the dancing ex-president manage to waltz out of all the
jail-threatening cases? Much will depend on the goodwill of the new
president, though he recently seemed to indicate that law enforcement
agencies should act according to the law.
The two were seen at a farewell dinner for Zuma, and both were beaming from ear to ear.
But
beware the smiles and back-slapping. FW de Klerk, the man who released
Mandela from prison and spent many months in tough negotiations with
Ramaphosa felt uneasy about the man.
He told his
biographer, Ray Hartley, about Cyril’s demeanour: “His relaxed manner
and convivial expression were contradicted by coldly calculating eyes,
which seem to be searching continuously for the softest spots in the
defences of his opponents. His silver tongue and honeyed phrases lulled
potential victims while his arguments relentlessly tightened around
them.”
Zuma might need to talk to his lawyers some more.
Jenerali Ulimwengu is chairman of the board of the Raia Mwema newspaper and an advocate of the High Court in Dar es Salaam.
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