Alas! There is something odiously stale about the stillness of the evening air in the capital city. Sometimes it feels as if our comeuppance for singing Siyaya ePitoli has come after we got here almost three decades ago. And oh, the Lord knows what we have done to enhlalambuso (the capital). Perhaps it is a burlesque, if not a signifier of the distance between the real meaning of statecraft and its practice in our one-man-one-vote polity. There is no other explanation for this stillness, if not regression caused by years of administrative neglect and indifference. ..