Chapters could be filled with covert meetings in France with arms suppliers and, in South Africa, with no less than the deputy president.
Convicted fraudster Schabir Shaik, who is out on medical parole for a terminal illness, is seen walking out of the Spar in Florida Road, Durban on Wednesday, 16 December 2009.
Just think, had Schabir Shaik decided to write and publish his memoirs to coincide with the sentencing of his enthusiastic economics learner, Jacob, and the present drama playing before a dumbfounded nation, the book would have outsold those of our Deon Meyer and Wilbur Smith. How does the author feel about an outcome he thought would never happen? Is he still aggrieved at having taken the fall? Or proud of his bright student for having run rings around the law and judiciary for so long? Those answers alone would’ve made riveting reading.
Something like Pocketing a President and superimposed over a cartoon caricature of two okes holding hands, ascending the steps into the entrance of a Pollsmore Prison.