Drama-Rama life among the cultural melting Pot called South Africa.

No where else in the world would you be able to board public transport that is private property and interact with a whole section of society on a equip basis.

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It is also a country of friendly people, even if the crime rate is one of the highest in the world.

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Now public / private Transport musical entertainment is an amazing thing in short something that you could write a book on because I guess it is dictated to by no one but the owner of the vehicle you board, hard Rock Gospel,  African traditional sit side by side at the traffic lights (which we as South Africans don’t understand because they a stationery robots) blasting out their tunes audible for more than half a block.

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Robot to robot the drivers of these conveyances take part in a battle royal for passengers to keep the proverbial wolf from the door or in our case the hyena from the kraal gate or the farmyard kitchen door.

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The system works like this the reasonably services and licenced vehicles run from the townships to the centre of our cities and back to the townships numerous times a day.

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The number of times that this process is repeated based on the gaurdchi (a old term for drivers assistant) is able to refile the vehicle at the point of departure.

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Sometimes (many times a day drivers take risks and many times this cost lives)

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Speed and traffic weaving kills.

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But I am  pretty sure Zimbabwe, Nigeria, Ghana, and Somalia will be happy to send replacements for the dead South Africans.

It used to be the younger sons and the members of ones family who it was suspected who would not amount to much who were sent to colonial South Africa, now the rest of Africa’s citizens send their most bright prospects to south Africa to learn at our universities, of course there is also the criminal elements from some of our less reputable neighbours who have managed to gain access to our beautiful land.

Pretty much the same way South Africans and Indians used to go to Oxford and Cambridge half a hundred years ago when we were still British South Africa.

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Author: The sarejessian

52 YEAR OLD ARTIST WRITER, COMPOSER AND HISTORIAN FROM SOUTH AFRICA. STUDENT OF HISTORY, TIME WALKER, AUTHOR, WALKER AFTER JESUS, CHRISTIAN, DYSLEXIC WONDER, PROUD OF MY SCOTTISH HERITAGE FAMILY Genealogist, Member of the totally normal maladjusted family of man. Anti Evolutionist, Inventor, Thinker, Musical instrument maker AS BILLY SHAKESPEARE WOULD HAVE SAID STICK WITH ME BABY AND ILL MAKE YOU USE YOUR MIND TO THINK.

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