When Clownery Meets Parliament: Part 2 – The World Reacts, and So Do I

Trump vs Ramaphosa: Clips, Boer Songs & the Blame Olympics - Part 2

Let’s not lie—when Trump told someone to dim the lights  like he was about to expose a Marvel-level multiverse secret, I knew things were about to get spicy. Ramaphosa’s face? PRICELESS. He looked like someone just told him Woolworths is closing forever.

And social media? Finished. Buried. Gone. Everyone suddenly became a political analyst, historian, lawyer, and struggle-song expert in one weekend. TikTok, X, Instagram—y’all had time.

Some white South Africans were like, “This is it. The revolution will be televised. Trump is our Messiah.” Others? “Fake news! That USB probably has Candy Crush data.” Meanwhile, black South Africans were fuming: “Who told Trump to talk? Did we invite him? Who summoned this orange oracle?!”

And then, boom—Malema enters the chat.

Now let’s talk about this man. This icon. This international struggle DJ. Malema has been singing “Kill the Boer” like it’s a remix of “Jerusalema,” but when Trump brings it up? All hell breaks loose. Let’s be real—if the roles were reversed and a white leader in Europe started chanting “Kill the blacks,” we’d burn their country’s embassy before lunchtime.

But Malema? Untouchable. The man could drop a diss track on oxygen and some people would still defend him. My thing is—what has he actually done? Besides holding a mic and dressing like a political Power Ranger? Where’s the service delivery? Where’s the housing? Or is the red beret the only roof we’re getting?

Ramaphosa, on the other hand, handled Trump with some next-level emotional intelligence. He didn’t fight, didn’t fumble—he just smiled like a dad who knows the Wi-Fi password but won’t give it to you. Respect. But Cyril, that’s not enough. South Africa is burning. People are complaining. We don’t need smiles—we need action.

And let’s not even get started on that video Trump showed. The white crosses? The music? The editing? That thing looked like it was made by someone’s cousin with iMovie and conspiracy theories.

Some say it was filmed in Congo. Others say India. Even I, as a Congolese person, was like “wait… which province is this?!”

Bottom line: everyone’s blaming everyone. Trump blames Ramaphosa. Ramaphosa blames apartheid. Malema blames colonialism. The ANC blames “the West.” And the people? We blame loadshedding—because somehow it’s always there, just lurking.

So while they play “The Blame Olympics,”  we’re here—some of us struggling, some surviving, some just silently scrolling—but all of us watching this circus like it’s the season finale of a show we didn’t even subscribe to.