So excited, I left for the Bus station wishing it was a plane that I see home so soon. Getting on board Intercape Bus Service, I fixed myself in a seat that was indicated on my ticket.
"Oh! this bus is more beautiful than the one that I traveled in from Malawi" I whispered to myself. This is no different from a plane, the inside setup is just wonderful and magnificent. With thoughts rushing in my medulla, I relaxed in the seat and thought of the tiresome trip of a day and night. We started off in the early minutes of the hour eleven am.
Traveling during the day is more exciting as you see the beautiful scenery of the landscape along the road. Those beautiful grape fields and the shallow areas complementing the mountains though bare but with big rocks that form awesome structures.
I arrived in Johannesburg in the wee hours of Saturday 13 August. Waiting for someone to pick me up, I sat in the Park Station bracing in the cold weather. Aggie showed up earlier and advised that we go take the taxi (minibus) home. Just as we got out of the Station, Willard called and came to pick us home.
"Cape Town in cleaner than Joburg" I thought to myself as we kept on taking turns on the roads of the mother city. We got home finally.
Sunday the 14th we set out with my sister for town to buy some small small things. Soon as we got off the Taxi, there they were (the Police) in a group waiting to catch people for deportation. I had an overstayed passport and the best thing I could do was to dark and take a different direction, without knowing we were walking in a swarm of another set of them just ahead of us. I did not enjoy my shopping because each time I got out of the shop, I thought someone would just tap me y the shoulder and ask for the PASS. "there is no thing like this in Capetown" thinking aloud though, my sister asked me to repeat what I said. Before even finishing the words, just at the corner of a shot, there emerged a woman Police officer. She was alone. I saw her and immediately entered the shop. I saw her smiling ... wait a second, do I call that smiling? no she laughed powona m'mene munthu wa mphongo wathyolera corner kuli kuthawa. I don't like that life.
As I am writing am in town........... and I know I will be walking eyes over my shoulder ............ baleka (run)
"Oh! this bus is more beautiful than the one that I traveled in from Malawi" I whispered to myself. This is no different from a plane, the inside setup is just wonderful and magnificent. With thoughts rushing in my medulla, I relaxed in the seat and thought of the tiresome trip of a day and night. We started off in the early minutes of the hour eleven am.
Traveling during the day is more exciting as you see the beautiful scenery of the landscape along the road. Those beautiful grape fields and the shallow areas complementing the mountains though bare but with big rocks that form awesome structures.
I arrived in Johannesburg in the wee hours of Saturday 13 August. Waiting for someone to pick me up, I sat in the Park Station bracing in the cold weather. Aggie showed up earlier and advised that we go take the taxi (minibus) home. Just as we got out of the Station, Willard called and came to pick us home.
"Cape Town in cleaner than Joburg" I thought to myself as we kept on taking turns on the roads of the mother city. We got home finally.
Sunday the 14th we set out with my sister for town to buy some small small things. Soon as we got off the Taxi, there they were (the Police) in a group waiting to catch people for deportation. I had an overstayed passport and the best thing I could do was to dark and take a different direction, without knowing we were walking in a swarm of another set of them just ahead of us. I did not enjoy my shopping because each time I got out of the shop, I thought someone would just tap me y the shoulder and ask for the PASS. "there is no thing like this in Capetown" thinking aloud though, my sister asked me to repeat what I said. Before even finishing the words, just at the corner of a shot, there emerged a woman Police officer. She was alone. I saw her and immediately entered the shop. I saw her smiling ... wait a second, do I call that smiling? no she laughed powona m'mene munthu wa mphongo wathyolera corner kuli kuthawa. I don't like that life.
As I am writing am in town........... and I know I will be walking eyes over my shoulder ............ baleka (run)
