Getting Around

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 educated and civilised citizens,I am ashamed to say,I see non of that at the bus terminus.People forget their suits and ties,and become barbaric,literally shoving and pulling other people as they scramble to get into the combis.(We could actually select a national rugby team from these people).

I literally fear for my life,and my handbag,when it is about time to go home.I'm only relieved once I get into the combi and I am sitted in one peace,(no missing wallet,cellphone,earrings or limbs).Yes,it is that bad.

Worse still,the bus fares.Seriously?I am already being ripped off by my employer,(not being paid for months on end),and the conductor wants to take the last cent on me.Not forgetting that I have other responsibilities,and that greed for that whole dollar,just so I can get from point A to point B.*shaking my head*

It is high time,this transport nonsense was dealt with.I am not too bourgie to travel by public transport,but I should not have to go through hell.Having been to other countries,our transport system is awful,needless to say.

It is such a breeze to wait only,on maximum,five to ten minutes for a bus or underground train.If one is late,it is because they are late,not because of waiting for hours for transport.Whatever happened to the organised transport we had,once upon a time?*sigh*

So I guess I will continue to live my transport nightmare,until that car,(I so desire),is no longer a dream,but a reality.And then I begin to have a different nightmare.....traffic jams!

P.S: Always write your own love story.

Ciao!

Lady E

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