Chatter inside the taxi as the people discuss the Strike Action. As we near the Power Station the travel comes to almost a standstill. Taxi’s and cars are both moving forward at a snail’s pace, and reaching the main road toward the station we see a tree stump placed across the road. No one can drive through it forcing the taxi’s and cars to drive on the side of the road into the open veld. Our taxi drives makes his way up the road but cannot go much further and finally coming to a halt. The doors are opened and we get out of the taxi, walking up towards the main gate, people have gathered on both sides of the road, to my left and to my right people have parked their cars and standing outside waiting to see what is going to happen. I look for some familiar faces and walk over towards them as I approach them we chat about the strike. I ask one of the ladies ‘So what time will this be over, do you think we would be able to go in?’ ...
"May the best day of your past Be the worst day of your future." My Dad always wished me this Irish Blessing and I want it to matter today and every other day in my life.