World War II On Our Roads!

Then the wahala began. He flipped over the documents once more, no trace of a smile on his face as he began, “Madam did you actually take your car in for computerising?” I frowned, see me see trouble o? “Of course I did,” I collected back my documents. This was such a silly question to ask, but I don’t blame him, maybe 85 per cent of the country didn’t do that because to them it felt like a joke.

Why can’t the authorities focus on giving us good roads before asking anything else from us? Plying some of our roads you would think World War II had occurred on some spots, with massive potholes encountered. “Because you people hardly do that,” he grumbled cutting through my thoughts.

“Then why not look instead for those people who ‘supposedly’ hardly do that?” I snapped. I was impatient and not at all in a good or calm mood. He didn’t take kindly to how I responded as next, he demanded to see my drivers license.