I'm not sure for how long I can fo this struggle life! ' Ya, huLady hwese hunopera wagara pakadoma!'. My daily dread of moving by public transport.I don't know what is worse,being stuck in a traffic jam in your own car,or being trampled by neanderthals at the bus terminus/rank? And seriously this morning. I'm waving for transport, (dressed formally for work), and couldn't get transport.Hey,we are heading in the same direction,(the central business district), please give me a lift *annoyed*. And at times I just daydream the days when my problem will not be trying to save five rand,but thinking I need to save my fuel.When I do not have to leave a venue early because there wont be transport at the rank,or the person who is driving no longer feels the vibe and wants to leave,(party pooper).Or when it is raining,being overcharged,so that I am not baptised by the heavenly showers. Frankly I am getting tired of transport issues.In a country that prides itself on educa
If I could afford it, I would have a therapist, but I have got my MPV...