I buried the last one who was here, who sounded like you, in my backyard. He didn’t stand a chance. I punished him for not being absent. He dismantled me. And, the deep unconditional love I never reciprocated is embedded in me as lifetime guilt.
These are the ways in which we survive these so-called ‘coffins in motion' that take us home and back. Taxi etiquette is the name we give the do's and don'ts of communal travel, reserved for the poorest members of the republic,” writes Tshepiso Mabula ka Ndongeni.