After years of using public transport, my patience has snapped. I cannot take it anymore, thanks to public transport operators.
There is a breed of operators in Zimbabwe, colloquially we call them windi/hwindi, or conductors in English, but whatever you choose to call them, they are obnoxious.
This is not an I-have-bought-a-car blog, but I think at this stage, walking to and from work is a much more compelling idea compared to using public transport here.
First things first the windis have never heard of anything called public relations, despite being a service provider, they are the masters and passengers have to kowtow to their line.
The death traps they operate, they are called kombis in Zimbabwe, are supposed to carry at most 15 passengers, but for some strange reason passengers allow themselves to packed into these vehicles and they can transport a minimum 18 people at a time.
Why we allow this to be done to us as passengers, I have no idea, but we are literally at the mercy of these uncouth people.
Reaching your destination is not a given, without warning kombi drivers and their windi sidekicks change routes, drop off people at undesignated points and basically are a law unto themselves.
Other motorists don’t have it easy either, the best thing to do when you see a kombi is just give way to them. Trying to argue with windis and kombi drivers is one the most futile things.
But passengers have it really hard, windis are routinely rude and scream expletives at the top of their voices that would make angels cringe.
Passengers are hardly given change, instead they are told to sort that amongst themselves, any pleas to the kombi crew hardly get any attention, if any it is usually rude and unpleasant.
You may think I am painting these people with a single brush, yeah that’s what I am doing. If you didn’t know better you would swear they are born of the same mother or father for that matter.
It doesn’t matter where you go across Zimbabwe, kombi crews, particularly windis, remain absolutely obnoxious.
As for trendy ladies, windis should be their worst nightmare. Windis, by nature, literally get excited at the sight of women in mini-skirts and in their excitement they believe they should rip off the skirts for being too short.
Why windis do this in this day and age is a complete mystery, but then again their general behaviour is inexplicable.
To make matters worse for the ever-suffering passengers, windis are by nature a dirty and smelly breed. They start work in the wee hours of the morning and hardly have time to splash water across their bodies. To make matters worse they get home late and I guess they don’t bath again.
I guess the only time they come in contact with water is when they drink it.
So imagine early in the morning, you are packed in a rickety old kombi, windows closed and with a windi with the foulest ever smell possible? It is hardly an experience you would wish upon your worst enemy.