Robots are dead to me

Jozi is the city of gold, people come from all over to make and lose their fortunes. The city is built for prosperity, dog eat dog, the only way to make it is to move quicker and hit harder. It seems walking is frowned upon, you are best to operate from a 4 wheeled vehicle and the fancier the better.

I think it’s good to walk but the city’s big wigs are at odds with me on this. I didn’t quite have the conversation but it was implied. I am walking on a pavement that looks like an assault course; not great, but I can manage. I get to the robots and the fun really begins. There are no pedestrian controls, so I assume the robots are smart. They are smart alright, they play all sorts of mind games with me. I wait my turn and it dawns on me that my turn, ain’t gonna happen, actually, the lighting sequence does not even factor in those who dare to walk. 

I breathe in, spot my chance and go for it. As I start to feel confident, the cars start making at me. The rage of the drivers was palpable but the trick to breaking Africa is to hold your nerve, something gotta give, but it ain’t gonna be me. 

The people in the cars gotta go make a dollar, so quite frankly, a person stupid enough to walk is fair game. They keep at me and I keep walking, steady does it. Six lanes later, I made it to the other side in one piece, and onto the next robot and so it went.

Dreams are made in Jozi, but from up high. Walking it seems is not the done thing. These pins are made for walking and I am gonna walk till I drop, even if it kills me.