Hlomu The wife by Dudu Busani-Dube EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Dudu Busani-Dube
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I’d like this place better if it wasn’t so cold, if it wasn’t so overcrowded and if taxi drivers weren’t so
rude.
They say every young professional should work in Joburg, at least at the start of their career, I
never asked why but for me, this is not how I imagined my first year as a qualified Journalist.
I’m not complaining much though because I consider myself lucky. I work for one of the biggest
daily newspapers in the country and I can confidently say that I’m doing pretty well.
It’s the early morning trips from Berea to Auckland Park and the hectic trips back that I’m not sure
about. Two taxi rides in the morning to Bree Taxi Rank where I have to endure long queues and
deafening car hooters. In fact, you aren’t a real taxi commuter if you’ve never witnessed a ‘taxi
fight’ between a driver and a passenger, while inside the taxi.
I’ve witnessed many of those and they always start with the smallest things, like money that is
short or someone banging the door and sometimes one taking too long to get off the taxi. Forget
that they’d be jumping off in a dangerous spot anyway.
But this is Joburg, and everyone came here looking for something, some will find it, others will lose
themselves trying to find it.
Me, today, all I’m looking forward to is a warm shower and my bed. I’ve had one heck of a day.
But first I have to take that dreadful daily trip back to my flat.
I could jump off ‘after robot’ and try to scout a taxi that will take me to Berea without having to go
inside the rank, but I have no energy to wait so I jump off with all the others inside Bree.
The queue to Hillbrow is not that bad, just about 20 people. Whew! I’ll get on the next one.
So I’m a journalist, and my six months on the job have taught me to always be interested in my
surroundings. Sometimes I find myself staring at people or eavesdropping on conversations of
strangers. I’ve been thinking that I should do a story on taxi queue marshals and their ability to
intimidate anyone without speaking.
It would make a good read and maybe shed some light into why there is a need to be militant and
arrogant for them to be successful in what they do.
“You can move now sisi”
Oh wow, the queue is moving, there’s a huge space in front of me. But why didn’t I see this very
tall big-eyed man standing in front of me. He is probably a queue marshal or a driver. I’ve never
seen him before.
I quickly move forward, partly embarrassed because, you know, you don’t wanna be the psycho
caught staring into space at a taxi rank like you’re planning a mass murder or something.
He moves with me. Okay.
“You’re late today, tell your boss I’ll deal with him if he makes you work too hard,” he says.
I don’t know him, he doesn’t know me, why is he talking to me? I don’t have time for small talk. I
blatantly ignore him.
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