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Sheep in the big city: Chapter One


Moving to Joburg: Day One


I'm at the park station where a struggle and minor squabble ensues between two trolley drivers. This one dude is literally prying some lady's luggage out of the other guy's trolley. When that proves fruitless, disgruntled trolley driver one grabs trolley number 2's actual trolley. At this point, the disagreement intensifies until who must be the manager intervenes.

The drama of it all is so entertaining. I mean who even needs TV?? Real life problems 101.


Arrival update:



At the Park Station.

I don't know how many times I've been asked if I need a trolley to the taxi rank or if I want a power-bank. I've been shaking my head "no" so often that I think my neck might be suffering from minor whiplash. At one point I even considered actually going to the taxis, knowing full well that I'm coming to get picked up...I mean it's 7 in the morning...On a Sunday. If it was up to me, no one would be allowed to talk until midday. Just saying.

Sigh



Arrival update:

-Yeah so cousin picks me up at the station. I have a million and one bags because...options...because usisi wakho uExtra. True to form my head-in-the-clouds self forgets a plastic with my favourite pair of boots in it. About two hours later when it hits me, I consider going back to Park Station. But even a daydreamer like myself knows not to be that optimistic.

- We heading to my cousin's place of work and we get into this taxi that has no doubt seen better days. To be diplomatic let's call it rustic. A not so young throwback of a bygone era. It has character wethu. Very LOUD rattling character, but character all the same.

- Each time a passenger enters or exits the taxi the whole door comes off. The whole thing. And taxi driver man is on a hundred cos we are "destroying" his ride mos. Nqi to assist each time a passenger gets on and off. Nuh he sits in wait for one of us to fuck up, proceeds to seethe and grumbles to himself as he exits the driver's seat to temporarily "fix" the problem!

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