Pumpkins' Fate After Halloween

Pumpkins come in different colours, shapes and sizes, but have one thing is common: compromise. Political parties, ought to be like that.

We think twice about cooking pumpkins because of the decapitation. We need a big enough cutting board, despite the pumpkin size. We also choose the sharpest knife in the drawer, then the carving begins. To cook, to feed the kids, not scare them with Halloween pumpkin art.

I vote for the Pumpkin Party because of the ecosytem system inside. Pumpkins are solid outside. They are so sturdy, they withstand long distances in lorries, from the farm to the market. They arrive with little or no bruises. Not like tomatoes or pears. Political parties are like pumpkins, solid on the outside but complicated inside. That’s why some people avoid cooking them. First of all, they are messy. Some women don’t want to ruin their $200 borrowed nails. Secondly, the trapeze inside - seeds and strings - need patience because they were joined at birth. Strings hold seeds together. There is no loose cannon string, causing havoc among the seed population. I understand, but it takes forever to separate the two. 

It’s the same with voting. We vote for the solid entity, knowing too well that political parties have conflicting seeds and strings inside, but we vote for the compromise. It is what makes voters proud to own up and say: I vote Pumpkin Party or Mushroom Party, Liberal or Conservative, Democratic Party or Republican. There’s a problem if I cringe and wanna hide under the table, when my political party is discussed.

Tiffany honey. Where’s mum?

There daddy. Under the table.

Nonqaba waka Msimang

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