Chapter 57: The Death of the Democratic Coalition Party

…continued from 4 July 2026…

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Now, though, that he had won, how the hell was he going to sustain it and how was he going to fight the upcoming war with the ANC, just how was he going to do it, with absolutely no funding.

He sat pensively as he listened to Romance field more calls.

“Thank you for your call,” he heard her say again. “No, unfortunately Mr Frenchman is not available right now…. Yes, I will pass on the message and have him call you back… I’m sorry, can you repeat that please…. Elaine Pecker’s office? Thank you, I will pass on the message.”

Tony was not surprised to hear that Elaine was looking for him, he was a little surprised that it was so soon.

“Romance,” he shouted non-aggressively. Romance Kempstone was Tony’s long-serving personal assistant and had remained with him through all the ups and downs of his political career. She was a tireless and efficient worker and had a nerdy intellectual, classically attractive look about her. Her somewhat uncommon first-name was compliments of her hippy mom who also named her two sisters, Rain and Storm. Fortunately for Romance, her striking good looks left her free of ridicule, because she effortlessly owned the unusual first-name and no man or woman ever mocked her for it.

Now, in her early fifties, she had lost none of her energy, efficiency or indeed attractiveness.

“Yes boss,” came her reply as she began walking towards his office.

“Call Elaine’s office back, not now, first thing in the morning, and arrange for a meeting as soon as possible.”

“Yes boss.”

Alex Windemeer, the leader of the, now previous, majority party in the Western Cape, and still the biggest opposition party to the ANC nationally, knew that his goose was cooked.

In fact, this was an unmitigated disaster. Yet somehow, in the back of his mind he had always known that one day the Coloured people would wake up and realise that they could in fact determine their own destiny. He had always thought it was somewhat psychotic that someone would vote into power the very same person who had abused and suppressed them for hundreds of years.

Alex had always known that all it would take was a leader to unite the different Coloured sub-cultures.

He stared at the voting results on the telly. Transfixed at the numbers which showed the biggest loss his party had ever recorded in the Cape, and to his utter surprise and horror, the clear and obvious fact that Elaine Pecker and the United Coloured Party were now the undisputed rulers of the Cape Province.

He also knew, in his soul, that the Democratic Coalition party would not recover and that it had been doomed, by this election result, to become a mere footnote in the future history of the Coloured People.

Continued tomorrow 6 July 2026, before 12pm

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