So Mel and I were on the road this morning, and at the corner of King George and Cork, the big-ass truck in front starts reversing. Then a couple of people bolt from the car in front of it. Then I see smoke rising into the early-morning sky. And we realise: the thing was on fire.
What’s with Zimbabwean cars catching fire, anyway? The number of burnt-out shells I’ve seen around, makes me kinda worried. What the feck is going on? I mean, this morning’s car was a prime-looking military 306, right? And it’s going up in flames on Avondale road. What’s that about?
Military man didn’t even have a fire extinguisher, the poor knob.