By Simone Delochan
It was a gruesome scene in the late afternoon. Female body parts were strewn in front of me and I couldn’t help but glance in horror at my child to see how much had been taken in.
“Driver, really. You have to be showing this?” “Driver, nah nah nah! Not this nonsense for me to be watching, eh!” Another older lady and I protested as soon as the young driver got in. “Well, sorry nuh,” he responded with just a smidgeon of attitude. The vehicle was one of the newer mini-vans that now run as taxis, outfitted with a screen from which music videos or movies are shown for the passengers’ pleasure.