The weather is still blowing hot and cold, especially in the mornings. Some people look funny because they are snugly wrapped up but walk around in open-toed sandals. Others wear those ugly furry boots with skimpy tops.

The weather is still blowing hot and cold, especially in the mornings. Some people look funny because they are snugly wrapped up but walk around in open-toed sandals. Others wear those ugly furry boots with skimpy tops.

No one seems to read the weather correctly, so it is a guessing game until our fleeting spring is over. Until then people will either freeze or boil as the temperature changes two or three times a day.

There are signs that we are ready for the hot summer.

A Taxi2.com reader called and told me about an unusual sticker she had seen on a taxi. She said she usually takes a minibus taxi on the Zola route to town.

The sign reads: "Ngicela wenze into eyodwa kuleliwindi. Ulivale uma ulivala, ulivule uma ulivula.Lomdlaloowenzayo uya- ngicika. (Please either keep the window open or closed. Do not play with the window or open and close it every two minutes. This is irritating)".

She said the sign was very funny, but the most telling thing was that the window handle was lashed to the door handle with dirty twine.

She thought the driver had tired of the open/close shenanigans of his passengers and decided to lash it closed. He took away their choice and they will have to swelter until May next year.

The signs on taxis can be amusing but sometimes they are spot on.

I saw one on payday saying Lemali incane. I don't know what the money was to pay for or in payment for what deal.

Perhaps the driver was complaining about his salary, compensation of some sort or an empty bank account. Maybe it was a jibe at the taxi owner for slave wages.

It could also have been a prayer to God about a life with few pleasures. The sticker's message touched something inside me.

I silently agreed with the sentiment because all the money was fast going out of my account to the anonymous people I work for.

I commiserated with the driver because by midday my account was already in the red. But I was also apprehensive that the taxi associations might increase fares again.

I have noticed that I am absolutely broke in the middle of the month and yet I have not bought anything. I do not have outstanding accounts except for the rent. My furniture is old and so are my shoes. But the cupboard is bare.

I suppose the real meaning of inflation is that you work for someone you don't know, cannot see and will never meet. That means one cannot get one's money back. It's gone for good.

I discussed this revelation with Auntie Emma the next day. She dismissed my insight with a sniff. She said a real human being, who was enjoying and living her life, lived with debt.

It is only fearful people who exit, rather than live life to the full, who have money. I am still trying to work this one out.