Tuesday, 13 December 2016

The train...

The train…

The train was jam-packed and some people were forced to either stand or sit on the floor. Right next to me there was a heavily pregnant Zulu woman, the woman was also forced to stand as she could not find any unreserved seat. No one was willing to give their sit up for the heavily pregnant woman. "Sonke sikhokhile", they said, "& we all are exhausted, so ubani uzosukumela umuntu angamazi? They whispered & giggled all at once. A hawker entered selling steamed sweet corn, the heavely pregnant woman wanted to buy but the boy was way too fast for her. “Umbila umbila R7.00” he said, whilst walking past those who were seated & standing.

As I was still listening to all sorts of noises, a young blind man came in with an old man who had an enamel cup full of coins. They sang out loudly & the good Samaritans started throwing their loose change into the man’s enamel cup. 

A few minutes later came umfundisi carrying his bible; he greeted and started preaching, pleading people to accept Christ. As soon as he was gone, a young thug reached out and snatched the gold chain from around the heavily pregnant woman’s neck and quickly ran out. She screamed but no one could help her... everything happened very fast. 

This was a train where you meet students, hawkers, both unemployed men and women, newspaper readers, noise makers, and preachers. The train had brought all together, from all corners of life, we all were equal in the train...yes equal.

This was Jozi as some call it, the city of Gold, Jozi had swallowed our loved ones & left many children including myself fatherless.

Back in the villages you'd hear children saying "ubaba use Goli, uzobuya ngo December". And December would come & pass…

To be continued…