We all grew up in different ways, some of us should not be blamed for our reckless lifestyle; we inherited our character from our parents. Whereas others were just spoiled from young.

Hi… My name is Thabo Molepo from Ga-Molepo Mamatsha, which is a few kilos from Boyne and well-known as Moria. I am 27 years old and a taxi driver. I am handsome. Yes; when girls say that, who am I to argue? They even tell me that being a taxi driver does not suit me. But a driver’s license is the only qualification I have.

I failed my matric twice at Manoshi High in 2011, and I failed my first year at FET in Shego. My parents advised me to give it a last try but I refused.

I know myself. I wouldn’t have made it anyway; I don’t really have time for books. With so many calls, WhatsApp texts, blind dates and so many girlfriends, where on earth am I supposed to get time for all this fun with books? I party a lot.

I don’t think twice when dropping a party, knowing very well that I am going to get somebody’s girlfriend laid. Most of you are eating my left-overs. My parents are working in Gauteng Province, so I am owning the house. It is mine when they are gone.

But I have a problem that I should have been worrying about. But yet I don’t even worry because my time does not allow space for worries.

I am HIV positive and I am spreading it. Not that I want to kill all these ladies, but I am a sex addict as well. Tomorrow I am going to see Dr Mamabolo at Mankweng for counselling. I think I need help. I really think I do.

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It was early in the morning and I was listening to a dance hit called Ska bhora moreki – or, “Do not bore the buyer” in English. I was even singing along with the song and laughing, thinking well, I am still the buyer. Taxi drivers might be mocked by those with degrees but January is just a month and it does not affect us anyhow. We are always financially well.

I was busy examining my taxi, checking if it was prepared for the journey and after that I climbed inside, ready for the ride. I started playing the music even louder when I drove out of my place. Just a few meters from my home

I came across two old ladies, they wanted me to stop but I continued with my journey. I had not booked for ranking because I knew I would be going somewhere. Not that I am heartless but I don’t want to fight with other taxi drivers.

After a distance of about a kilometre from where I passed those two ladies, I saw a very gorgeous young lady… Oh Jesus, do you know what we call a yellow-bone? She rocked a mini skirt with a crop top that revealed what wins a
man’s attention. This I could not pass; some opportunities come once in a lifetime.

I stopped and politely asked, “Where are you going, baby-girl?”

She responded, “Mankweng.”

Right where I was going. “Keep left nana, let’s go.”

She came in and the journey continued.

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Tell us what you think: What do you think of Thabo knowingly spreading the disease? Why do you think people do this?