You know the type. Smiling wide, promising change with one hand while the other is deep in your pocket. They come with Bibles in one hand and tenders in the other — preaching morality while signing off on corruption.

They show up in floods wearing gumboots for photo ops, but disappear when the real work begins. They remember your name during campaigns, then forget your existence after the votes are counted.

These aren't leaders. These are politricians — masters of disguise, fluent in double-speak, experts at selling hope they have no intention of delivering.

They don’t serve the people. They serve power.

Wake up. Question everything. Don’t fall for theatrics and staged tears.

Because if we keep treating clowns like kings, we’ll keep getting a circus instead of a country.