Walking back home from the Sea Point promenade I encountered, no more than thirty minutes ago, two tall attractive young women in blue t-shirts standing next to a table full of DA literature.
Nearby is a church hall that serves as a voter registration station.
This weekend is the last nationwide drive to get as many potential voters as possible signed up before next year’s election.
The DA girls had long ponytails and light-brown hair and they held apparently identical and delicate Japanese umbrellas.
I gruffly (to avoid being misconstrued) asked them how it was going.
“Good!” they chimed brightly and in unison, their thick cables of hair bouncing in a way perfectly described by the aforementioned style’s name.
They politely enquired if I had registered and I muttered something about not being sure if I was going to vote and stumbled off in a confused retreat. (I have registered, I will vote … I am just not sure for whom.)
I was thinking as I walked the final kilometre to my modest apartment that it was about time the DA put some zest into its campaigning – good for the staid old liberals. (Patronising thoughts, I know, but I can do no more than apologise for having them.)
I walked into my flat, came straight to my computer and clicked on my Twitter feed.
Imagine my delight when I almost immediately found this:
Here is the full text of the Tweet – although it is the picture that is important:
@iroiphotography:
Lack of creativity RT @Mr_Mpangase: Surely this is in breach of ANC conduct? pic.twitter.com/Sujnop3cdK Retweeted by Siphelele Mpangase
(I think that is a real flyer or poster, but at this time we all have to be extremely careful of fake advertising designed to make one or other of the parties look bad.)
My delight was immeasurably enhanced as I found another Tweet that really gets to the meat of the election matter.
African @ali_naka29m:
@CdeJMN Agang launched with Tea and cakes, EFF slaughtered 8 Bulls. Spot the difference!
I am still grinning.
This voter registration weekend is specifically aimed at younger potential voters and it has not escaped my attention that none of the myriad and complex messages here are intended for me.
I doubt I will be this sanguine and good natured after another five months of this … but before the nausea sets in I thought I would share some of the silly syrup.
Have a good week.
Nic Borain 
Loved this post.
We registered late on Sunday afternoon at a school in Rondebosch, Cape Town. When we arrived, we discovered that they had run out of English registration forms, and were down to their remaining three Sotho ones. When I asked why they’d run out, they nodded up the hill towards UCT and said, “So many born frees!”
Bodes well, I guess.
(As we were walking out, we saw several people arrive to be registered. I wonder if they were turned away for lack of registration forms?)