On Tuesday as my car snaked through the pounding rain at 6.30am to the school where I work in the mornings, I saw the dark pencil figures of schoolchildren walking to their respective places of learning. The wind howled incessantly, seeming to shift the car sideways at various points with the wipers now swishing at maximum speed. I drove with great caution, all my senses on high alert in the darkness of the Cape Flats streets. I slowed down as I moved past Klip Cemetery recalling that a few weeks earlier, on that very road, a schoolgirl crossing the dark, wet road towards a bus slid into my car with a thud. She is fine but the shock all-round was immense...