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A ride in a taxi will frighten the living daylights out of any tourist to South Africa. I am not talking about the condition of the taxi or the skills of the taxi driver.
It is also not about the rules of the road or the speed limit.
The frightening thing that happens in the taxi is the moaning of passengers. It is as if the end of the world is nigh.
Our Model C member cut us short one day last week. She said she was tired of hearing her mother moaning about the cost of living.
Pinkie said she was not prepared to take the same beating from us. "Prices have gone up, so what? Is your moaning going to change anything? Can't you talk about something else? I know that it hurts but the constant moaning is irritating me," she said.
We all realised that we had been talking the high prices to death. We decided to change the topic and got on to load shedding instead.
It was moaning about rotten food, moaning about missed soapies, reading homework by candlelight, unironed clothes and many things that we could no longer do due to Eskom's tardiness in building power stations.
Auntie Emma scolded us and said we were still complaining a lot. A member then invited us to her niece's wedding in June.
We congratulated her on this piece of good news but Auntie Emma spoiled it by asking if they had chosen a day that was not subject to load shedding.
We all screamed "No negatives, Auntie" and decided to reminisce about lovely June weddings. This led us to another long whinge.
Pinkie told us that the weather bureau has predicted a long cold winter, which we do not need considering that Eskom is fond of switching off the electricity.
There is an imp at the power stations who just loves switching off the lights even when it is not our day to go without electricity. I have heard many people swearing eternal vengeance on this naughty spirit.
A head count in the taxi showed that seven of us have already had our first bout of flu. We discussed various remedies and gargling solutions.
Someone mentioned that a particularly good gargle has been banned because of a cancer scare but the government has not given us anything to replace it. We were all afraid that we would have three or four bouts of flu before the weather improves.
Our driver said taxis had another load to bear. He had heard that the petrol price was going up by another 50 to 60 cents per litre next month. He said the minute the bosses increase the price of a single trip, the economists start dividing the money among themselves.
Our conversation petered out when we discovered that we did not have much to say that was uplifting or cheerful.