This week I was taken back to the late nineties. It was a wintry afternoon and I was aboard a taxi going from Isipingo to the Durban city centre. Those who use taxis as their transport mode of choice will attest to the fact that it is common practice for somebody on each trip to introduce topics and lead heated discussions. It does not matter whether the passengers know each other or not. The fact that they share a taxi is enough to spark a debate on issues ranging from the most prosaic such as women, sport and, of course, politics, to inscrutable issues such as witchcraft. That afternoon was no different. How prophetic. Fast forward to 2008.