Four, four masihlalisane!
Sometimes in life you don’t get value for your money and
this is especially true in the taxi industry, at times it’s like paying for a
loaf of bread only to get half a loaf. As much as we complain, we go back,
simply because it’s more of a need than a want. And the funny thing is that the
driver wants his money as is, not even 10 cents short. But we sit there
accepting whatever is thrown our way like it’s a free ride, well I guess for us
it’s all about getting to wherever we going.
Mara why ye? We sit there like sardines waiting to be
rescued, while we know very well that things are neither going to change nor
get better. There’s nothing more life threatening like four, four masihlalisane,
it causes shortness of breath, numbness in the lower body and instant weight
loss. When you hear the que marshall say these three words you immediately get
off the taxi and run for your life! Well
that’s not true, in reality you sit there trying to let the que marshal know
that you don’t want to sit on the three seater with four people. You perform
gymnastics with your face, to no avail, and if you dare complain you going to
get it and no one’s going to back you up.
Imagine squeezing four well-fed people in a three seater and
each of those people are convincing themselves ukuthi “yoh mina angeke” I will
sit comfortably, there’s pushing and shoving, they end up being mad at each
other. And there’s always that one woman with huge hips and she tries to
squeeze her entire hips into the seat, she ends up shoving herself for the rest
of the ride and she constantly says “Nxa”. Then there’s that guy wearing a
skinny jean and his wallet is in the back pocket, so now we have to stand up so
that he can take out his taxi fare, as if he didn’t hear when they said “four,
four masihlalisane”. And in all this there will be that one person knowing very
well that we are immobile but they still want to eat ama-kipkip, and then they
close the window! Mara that’s a story for another day…
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