When my ANC colleagues in Parliament told me Cosatu wanted my head on a plate, I had genuine problems understanding the reason they’re so upset. Turns out I’m just one of those bloody slave-trading labour brokers.

Truth is, I had never really met a labour broker, or in fact realised the intricacies of the difference between them and regular employment agencies. All that changed when the DA nominated me to serve on the labour committee. I had to learn v...


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