Jacob Maroga saved my hearing

Coming hot on the heels of my (as yet unpublished) Jacob Zuma Ate My Hamster post comes some unexpected praise for those masters of the dark arts – Jacob Maroga and Eskom.
For those who aren’t in the SA loop, Jacob Maroga is the CEO of Eskom and Eskom is the company which provides South Africa with electricity.

Sometimes, anyway.

We simply don’t have enough power to go around. I told you about this last week. Then they went and stranded the cable car on Table Mountain – a story which the BBC chose to illustrate with a picture of City Hall taken in 1968.  
Anyway, although I’m pretty sure that the CEOs of major SA industry don’t read this site*, it seems that this week, they have taken my advice and are getting down to the business of dealing with the power outages, rather than moaning about them. Good for you guys.

Anyway, back to my praise of Jacob and Eskom. Why? Because load-shedding has its benefits too.
Obviously, these don’t include the my safety cabinets losing power and MDR-TB starting to drift throughout the lab. That’s not particularly beneficial to anyone, although the shrieks of glee of the recently-freed airborne bacteria was heart-warming to hear.

No. I refer to a particularly ironic and comedic incident as I headed down to the Waterfront for lunch today. Crossing Dock Road, I could hear the sounds of the minstrel jazz band playing along to some cheesy backing track for a crowd of tourists.
Picture the scene. It’s a wonderful atmosphere – the sun is shining, there’s a light breeze and a happy vibe. A backing track plays through a tinny amp while the band – none of them a day under 70, I swear – sit under the trees in the dappled shade; one on bongos, one on a Hammond organ (or similar), one on oil-can guitar and another who occasionally shakes a tambourine, blows a trumpet or sings.

Improvisation is the name of their jazz game. The cerebral musicality of jazz mixed with the visceral groove of funk. 
And their repertoire…? Extensive.
Stretching today to a bloody awful instrumental version of the 1987 Starship hit Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now.

Except that then, Maroga and his Eskom boys stepped in, load-shod – and promptly stopped them.

The irony was lost on the tourists, many of whom were only continuing to endure the overly cheesy soft rock hit while trying to work out if the keyboard player was in fact dead or just asleep.
The guitarist spat on the floor, shook his head in disgust and took out a cigarette. For the next two hours, the Waterfront would be listening to the Sounds of Silence…

* They will when I publish details of the ANC President and his rodent-munching antics – senior management loves JZ gossip.

14 thoughts on “Jacob Maroga saved my hearing

  1. Ha! That’s awesome. Irony wins again 😀
    I’m sure the gleeful shrieks of the bacteria was music to your ears.

    By the way, something they did besides an old city hall pic, when I checked skynews I believe it was, I learnt that Table Mountain is in Johannesburg. It’s amazing the things I didn’t know about my own country.

  2. I wonder what the poor sods spoke about for three frikken hours being stuck up in the middle of nowhere in the sky.

    “So, hows the weather up there”?!

  3. *grin*

    Never been stuck in a lift?

    Everyone is fine, except for that one person (always female) that thinks a power cut will snap the cable(s). Or you’ll run out of air. Or demons from the planet Ickywobble will come and probe you.

    I can only imagine what it’s like in a load-shod cable car full of tourists.

  4. @Obsidian Blackbird McKnight: And rather well spotted too, sir. Your powers of observation are good and it’s to your credit.
    EDIT: A quick visit to the backstage area of 6000 miles… suggests that you located us via googling “the cerebral musicality of jazz mixed with the visceral groove of funk”.
    We’re always happy to have new visitors, but are you short of stuff to do or something?!?

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