Russian President Vladimir Putin, the most powerful man on Earth - he's got Donald Trump in his back pocket - was in town this week for the Brics summit while Jacob Zuma, his prized asset, was, to use a delicious Zulu expression, greeting the judge at the High Court in Pietermaritzburg.
It's an extraordinary turn of events. One wonders what the inscrutable Russian made of it all. And, of course, with Zuma in the dock, the nuclear deal is all but dead. Thankfully our wobbly president was able to pluck up enough courage to tell Putin in a nice sort of way the deal was off the table, for now. Which was just sugarcoating the pill. It's off, period. It's not doable. We can't afford it. Time for extravagances is over. Putin has been left to rue his missed chance.
South Africa, even in its perilous state, has what Russia lacks: an independent judiciary able to declare the nuclear deal unlawful, and a democratic system which turfed a sitting president out of office, thus denying Putin the key to our kitty.
In East London, meanwhile, the EFF, the other salad in the Zuma food chain, had a jamboree to celebrate its fifth birthday. As one wag put it, it's five years old - and it shows. It's been an eventful lustrum for the party.