Unaccustomed as I am to swearing!

Unaccustomed as I am to swearing, I have been doing my fair share recently with the horrendous driving in Bulawayo. It's really the fault of one's adrenaline and cortisol, and it's purely reflex and fear that makes one use these offensive words!!

However I try particularly hard to get these hormones under control whilst driving my grandchildren, but, as my grandson reminds me frequently, I believe I let one slip recently. He of course had to advise his Mom ! 'Nana said the 'F' word today Mom!!

We as Zimbabweans have lot of decisions to make whilst driving ! Decisions like 'Should I risk the pothole or mount the kerb ', Do I dare drive while the traffic light is broken I am confused - are we supposed to 'Give way to the right' or use the 'first come first serve' civilised rationale The safest bet is to wait until a ten-tonner hurtles up beside you, and then drive using him as a shield!!

Courtesy is an unknown word in Zimbabwe, mind you, I suppose put one's flashers on and increasing one's speed could possibly be considered the modern form of courtesy

The populace has now taken things into its own hands, if the government will not increase the size of the roads, we will make our own roads! A two lane arterial road is miraculously converted to a five lane highway.

Then of course we have discovered that the majority of Zimbabwean are colour blind. Red light Orange Light Green Light What the heck it's my turn to go......