A grave tale of cruel betrayal

This would be very funny, if it didn’t concern such a grave subject. The only good thing is this fellow had the balls to admit it. And maybe that he is making a small contribution to a more pleasant and productive climate. Here’s the Angry African on the Loose:

So you see. I am a traitor. The people in South Africa is ashamed of me. They will deny knowing me. They will call me names. They will tell their children and the children of their children what happens to people when they leave the hallowed shores of South Africa. The softening of African men. The shame it brings to families. The weakening of the bloodline. The acts of a traitor…

I am sorry my fellow South Africans. I am truly sorry. I beg you for forgiveness. I am but a weak man. Who gave in to temptation. A man who knows to little. A pathetic excuse of a man.

Brave, but I doubt there can be any forgiveness. For the full, awful story, click here. And for the Angry African, I hope the image above haunts you forever. (Said image comes courtesy of Chuck Cage at the excellent Toolmonger blog.)

PS: The angry traitor may earn a small measure of redemption, for reminding me of this wonderful lesson in witty column writing: Oxfamming the whole black world by Binyavanga Wainaina.