Eish you know that horrible smell in the taxi that goes to Denneboom station - a mixture of Basotho leather and mum roll-on deodorant (especially the musk one) it makes me want to hurl. This is why I hate being in taxis and can't wait to have my own car. Of course it won't be easy and I can't even dream of affording one now but taxis can be so depressing at times. For starters it's 'four-four masihlalisane' and those taxi drivers don't even care how big some of the passengers are, they are more than happy to sandwich people between big mamas and if you try to protest they make your commuting experience hell.
So I jump into this one taxi and I'm happy to find a seat next to the window. I open the window as wide as possible to revel in the fresh air and for a minute I thought my taxi ride was going to be pleasant as I began to bob to the sound of Phalafala by TKZ which is blasting very loudly. And then this guy jumps in, an average Joe wearing jean to jean. He wedges himself stiffly into my hip and sings his hello slowly, I respond with a look that says I'm not in a chitchat mood brother but I'm okay to say hello.
Suddenly he throws his arm past my face and his armpit greets me with Basotho leather - just imagine! and yet he wants to lock the fresh air outside. I ignore his actions, open the window and then stick my nose outside to make a point. I thought he would protest but he did nothing. He simply looked away and remained quiet the entire trip. I felt bad but what was I suppose to do? Fresh air never killed anyone as for Basotho leather, I'd rather smell mum roll-on deodorant <<<