Bus Ride Part 2: The Return Trip And The Drinki-Le-Metsi Loser

A terrible feeling of deja vu befalls me as some wise guy claims the bus won’t reach GC because it will most likely break down.

I curse softly under my breath and scowl at him as he circles the bus. I can’t have another bus breaking down on me in a space of 2 days.

I pray silently for the bus, for the driver and the conductor and their families. They really need my prayers because after my previous experience I had prepared a toolkit of how to deal with transport personnel and it was really nasty staff. The contents were choice phrases, a few French terms, a fight-till-you-drop mentality, sneers, jeers and a thick skin. The whole nine yards and though I was anxious to trial it I felt sorry for the unfortunate person who’d be at the receiving end. I sat by a window whose curtains kept flapping against my face.

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Happy Independence!

We are 56 years old and what do we have to show for it? Looking at where Botswana started and where it is today, there are a lot of developments, but whether the developments match the number of years we have enjoyed as a country is a topic for another day.The fact that cannot be denied is we have seen major developments, but we are still lacking in several pertinent areas.Our beautiful country imports almost everything. We import fuel, food,...

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