I’ve had one heck of a day.īut first, I have to take that dreadful daily trip back to my flat.

Me, today, all I’m looking forward to is a warm shower and my bed. Forget that they’d be jumping off at a dangerous spot anyway.īut this is Joburg, everyone came here looking for something, some will find it, others will lose themselves trying to find it. I’ve witnessed many of those and they always start with the smallest things, like money that is short or someone banging the door, and sometimes one taking too long to get out of the taxi. In fact, you aren’t a real taxi commuter if you’ve never witnessed a “taxi fight” between a driver and a passenger, inside the taxi. Two taxi rides in the morning to Bree Taxi Rank, where I have to endure long queues and deafening car hooters. It’s the early morning trips from Berea to Auckland Park, and the hectic trips back that I’m not sure about. I work for one of the biggest daily newspapers in the country, and I can confidently say I’m doing pretty well. I’m not complaining much, though, because I consider myself lucky.

They say every young professional should work in Joburg at least at the start of their career, I never asked why but for me, this is not how I imagined my first year as a qualified Journalist. I’d like this place better if it wasn’t so cold, if it wasn’t so overcrowded and if taxi drivers weren’t so rude. Read part one of a two-part excerpt from Busani-Dube’s seminal book series “Hlomu The Wife” below. An Excerpt from “Hlomu The Wife” by Dudu Busani-Dube Part 1ĭudu Busani-Dube will join the Kaya Book Club, as hosted by Bridget Masinga for The B-Side this Saturday.

Hlomu the wife book