The inside of an average Gaborone taxi is both a mobile armoury teeming with an assortment of deadly weapons of bodily destruction and a perpetually active war zone.This description should make it easy to imagine how homicidal drivers of such taxis would get if, like Ndunda Ushuka, they had limitless opportunities to take passengers within five metres of a pimple-faced, non-vegetarian crocodile posed stiff against the bank of the Okavango River.
Its serial-killer teeth clenched, the crocodile feigns sleep while stealing glances at human cuisine stopping by and is probably estimating how long it would take to polish off an entire boatload. When its carnivorous fantasies do overwhelm it for a split second, the suntanning reptile opens its eyes fully to cast a chilling death stare on the thrill seekers disrupting its late-afternoon beauty routine.There is little doubt that in the hands of a Gaborone taximan, this opportunity would be used to settle disputes over fares. As a matter of fact, the five-metre mark would become something of a High Court with such taxi drivers assuming the dual roles of applicant and judge.
