Chapter 58: At Last! Coloureds Win Cape Town

…continued from 5 July 2026…

FIRST TIME HERE? NO PROBLEM – START AT THE BEGINNING – WARNING, YOU WILL BECOME ADDICTED TO THE STORY.

He smiled knowingly. He was a seasoned politician; he would get out of this mess somehow. Sure, he would have to kiss her ass, clean her boots, dance to her tune, do whatever it took to remain in the game and fight another day.

He had no choice, his political future depended on it.

He called Elaine to congratulate her.

The call was strange, he thought. She accepted his congratulations with… he couldn’t’ quite put his finger on it… it wasn’t arrogance… it wasn’t validation… it wasn’t… what in the hell was it…he wondered.

He sat down in quiet terror and poured himself another drink. Elaine Pecker had handled the call with the quiet confidence of a queen who had been groomed for the position by people who knew how to crown queens and had been planning it for a long time.

He realised that Elaine’s election as the new majority leader of the Cape Province was anything but a surprise and that it had been meticulously planned and thought out.

The only question he needed answered now, was who was behind her success. Who had masterminded this brilliant strategy? Who, indeed, was so clever?

A few opposition media outlets predictably cried fowl of Elaine’s win. The headlines ranged from outright racist tropes from the far right ultra conservative white minority groups, to not-so-subtle suggestions that Elaine had made a deal with the devil and that the devil was the Cape’s notorious gangs.

Johan allowed himself a brief moment of euphoria when the results were confirmed. His gamble, his very expensive gamble had paid off.

But this was just the beginning.

The euphoria drained out of him as quickly has he downed his drink. It was replaced by the sobering reality that the hard work was only just starting. He wondered how long he could remain in the shadows. He wondered how long his “partners” would “behave”, he wondered if he had bitten off more than he could chew and if in fact he had just wasted all that money.

His phone had been surprising silent all evening, even after the results were announced. But he was pleased about it, for it meant that his role in the election had been successfully kept hidden.

Natasha called earlier and ran a few quotes by him for a media release congratulating all the winning parties provincially. It was a generic press release that did not convey particular praise or approval for anyone, instead the overall message was a thank you to the voters of the country for ensuring that democracy works.

He decided to call it a night. After brushing his teeth, he slipped into bed next to his wife, who was fast asleep.

The time on his cell phone reflected 02:03.

Continued tomorrow 7 July 2026, before 12pm

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