God turned my Uno into a Kombi

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On De­cem­ber 21, I will be turn­ing 59. I was em­ployed, but the com­pany was not do­ing well. I started bak­ing cook­ies at home and sold them at work when we were in a process of re­trench­ments. My col­leagues used to laugh at me but I didn’t care.

Then one day my younger sis­ter, a teacher from Le­na­sia, sug­gested that in­stead of do­ing noth­ing — af­ter my kota busi­ness failed — I should start trans­port­ing her two kids and three kids of a friend. I drive an Uno. I would take them to school in the morn­ing and fetch them in the af­ter­noon.

The busi­ness grew. I took kids from grades R, 1, 2 and 3 but when they got to grade 4, it would get chal­leng­ing. Be­cause of their height and size, I would find al­ter­na­tive trans­port for them. The other chal­lenge was pay­ing a monthly fee to the trans­port as­so­ci­a­tion op­er­at­ing in schools.

I was not mak­ing much money then, so I de­cided to stop. I then de­cided to only trans­port kids from crèches around. At first I was wor­ried of how I was go­ing to make it fi­nan­cially. But, by the grace of God, I saw the num­ber of kids in­creas­ing. I col­lect kids at six in the morn­ing for those par­ents who leave for work and then a sec­ond load at 8am. In the af­ter­noon I still take two loads. I re­mem­ber telling my sis­ter-in­law that I have 20 kids. She was shocked. And she said that they are more than the ones that a Kombi takes. Then it hit me, that God has turned my Uno into a Kombi.

Photo: Oupa Nkosi

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