After reading Mpho Kuaho's letter the pain of losing my hard earned P200 overwhelms me.
I'm well alive to the fact that police officers pose in dirty overalls at almost all major intersections with their two-way radios to alert their uniformed partners (in crime) about any offence on the part of us, road users. So there is no how I could even think of beating the red light. I could just not believe it. The cop signaled me to drive out of the road and get my ticket. I asked three times if indeed, he was sure I'm the guy he's looking for. He affirmed. I am then told that I drove through a red traffic light. Even if God was to arrive today he would attest to the fact that when the red light came out I had already gone through.
The amber light, which as far as I know serves as a warning, showed up while I was half way through. What pains me the most is that the white Nissan bakkie driven by a man of Asian origin that was behind me was let scot- free. I could not fathom why, if I drove through the red light as in the figment of that officer's imagination, would the car that was following me be allowed to go without any charge. But more surprises were still awaiting me. I'm charged P200 and I'm told to pay on the spot or risk my car being impounded.
