‘Let’s play a guessing game: if Sarah were to sit her husband and mother down and ask them whether they were fine with her running for President, what do you think will Matteo Guidicelli and Mommy Divina say?’
IT’S still 14 months from the next presidential elections, and some seven months till candidates begin filing their certificates of candidacy. But we are already hearing so many rumblings (Pinatubo included) for this or that candidate, many of whom are playing coy and waiting to be urged by the public to run and save the country.
I’ve heard that before. It didn’t really end in saving the country though.
One of the names I have been hearing over and over is Sara. Run Sara Run. Sara is the hope. Only Sara can continue the good works started by the President. We’ve even seen video clips of printing machines being used to produce hundreds and hundreds of posters; very obviously the campaign is a well-oiled campaign, and by well-oiled I mean a campaign that is not lacking in funding. What an enviable position they are in.
But will Sarah run?
No question she is used to the limelight. I am told that many of those who have grown up under the limelight have a hard time living without it. A friend who served the past administration for six years at a sub-Cabinet level position admitted how much of a letdown
it was the day after the new administration took office: gone was the driver, and the other staff who prepared our papers and even your cup of coffee: gone were those who by default deferred to you because of the position you held: gone were those who never called you by your name unless it was accompanied and preceded by your title; gone, in short, were all the trappings of power.
To think that my friend was only in the limelight of sorts for six years: imagine those who have been in the limelight for most of their adult life?
So yes I am sure a part of Sarah enjoys the limelight and everything that goes with it.
But I suspect that there’s also a part of Sarah that seeks anonymity, when everything gets to be so tiring because anything you say or do or do not say or do is reported by journalists waiting on everything you do. And imagine if this does not go on for only a week, or a month, or even a year: imagine if this is your daily reality for years and years. Except when you’re within your own home, you cannot let your hair down; but then again even Meghan Markle is finding out that even her actuations inside the castles of the British royals gets reported!
Yes: choosing to live under the pin eights means choosing to give up your privacy. Sarah knows that. Her husband knows that. Her mother knows that.
So: will Sarah run?
In the end I expect that she will make a decision after due consultation with her loved ones. Deciding to toss your hat into the ring involves your whole family, even your closest friends: you see, you’ll never know what the nosy media will dig up on you, on your kin or even on your pals.
You also don’t know what the less well-meaning will concoct as “honest to God truths” about you. There’s a whole cottage industry called “Black Ops” devoted to that, a cottage industry that eagerly and most profitably swings into action during Election time.
Let’s play a guessing game: if Sarah were to sit her husband and mother down and ask them whether they were fine with her running for President, what do you think will Matteo Guidicelli and Mommy Divina say?