Thinking of the drivers who’d deliver gas cylinders almost every month at home. The smiling man driving the pit sand truck past our house everyday. The ambulance drivers and their children I went to primary school with. The supermarket Toyota Hilux driver delivering groceries across the village. As well as the Chibuku truck driver with a cigarette over his ear, unloading blue crates of ‘Shake Shake’ at the nearby sepoto.
Blessing Kgosi e tsile Kgasa 