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  • It was barely light in the east when I left the house, just the promise of sunrise chasing the slim crescent moon and the fading brilliance of Venus. The horizon was smoky pink and orange.

    The road is familiar and I counted off the traffic calming devices (speed bumps), the round-abouts, the intersections with two-way stops and four-way stops, the flashing lights and the intersections where only one of four lights is on.

    The streetlights blinked out along Atterbury, traffic was light just after 6:00. I cruised along.

    Past the on and off ramps of the intersection with the N1.
    Past Menlyn Mall.
    Past the busses lined up to drop off stream of riders mall bound to work.
    Three Ks to go.

    I looked up. I was in the middle of the intersection. My light was red.

    Time slowed to a crawl.

    Out of the corner of my eye I saw the high front bumper of the Pajero bearing down on me.

    I squeaked and turned the wheel.

    Bang.

    He slammed into the driver’s side against the rear door.
    I spun and came to a stop in the middle of the intersection.

    I hopped out, black jacket, pink shirt, Dr Seuss tie (1-fish, 2-fish…).

    Within 2 minutes three small tow-trucks had circled round the center of the intersection ready to make a deal.

    Mr William stopped his school bus a few minutes later and joined me.

    Concerned eyes, deep bass voice, a hand on my shoulder.

    He called Mr Sydney.

    Mr Sydney drove the school bakkie (pick-up truck) over for moral and practical.

    We negotiated a tow of the wreck to the school. The guards and drivers were quiet when the little crumpled Toyata was hauled in. A lot of them had talked to me about buying it when I leave or trade up.

    Willie met me at school and took over. Insurance, lawyers, HR, Police, and a visit to his personal doctor, just to be sure.

    When I got back to school in the afternoon a group of cleaners were waiting their turn for an HR appointment.
    Sophie pointed up and raised her eyes and then touched her heart.

    Ms Christine is Zulu and doesn’t have much English. This is her last year before retiring. That afternoon, after the busses had been loaded and the school was quiet, she said, Mr Ben and held me close.

    Sopie said God was watching me. Willie said God wasn’t done with me yet.

    Me?

    I think I found out something about taking care and caring for and the ways love ties us all as one.
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