Driving the roads of southern and eastern Africa brings many amusements, or distractions if you prefer. One of which is the unique livery of the taxis. There are no two alike on the continent.
Who needs a Lancashire mini-cab with velour seats, a thick stench of forest green air freshener, and dumb conversation – ‘Busy tonight?’ – when you can ride in a modern rendition of Apocalypse Now, or take a seat in the Man U team bus, or get advice from a motivational guru?
Personally (no surprise here), I think the boda-boda rider has it about right with his tail-light philosophy.
Meanwhile I can’t help feeling that the guy running the V6 Nissan (T640 DDT) can’t quite make up his mind what image he wants to project.
Perhaps he should speak to the African Teacher.
