For the first time, i was late to the Knysna Magistrates Court. The 5 guilty minutes became forgiven as the Magistrate arrived 30min later. The two broken wall clocks agreed that all was as it should be.

There was light in my observation too; the humidity was tackled by a strangely working air-conditioner and the Magistrate’s good mood manifested itself into a funny joke with the first attorney.

Within the hour it was my turn and i was granted a court date 3 weeks hence when it would be decided if i could appeal a default judgement against me for a court appearance that i’d been unaware of.

Of course, as normal, it involves my belief that public money was illegally spent by our lovely politicians.

Last Friday, in another case involving Knysna Tourism, i applied for leave to appeal a judgement because the Magistrate refused to include approximately 200 pages of evidence supporting my case. To me that seemed to be only one of many strange things that have happened to me in pursuing truth and accountability.

I repeat that in over 4 years, no one will investigate. It would seem that our politicians don’t care about us, the public.

For 12 days straight i worked 12-16hrs a day on this. Over the next week, i will work on the next case… and another the following week… and another the… BUT, right now, I’m hanging up my hat to have a beer.