[applause] 5:30 a. m. My mother says a brief prayer.Hands are intellect as I prepare myself to make the 43 kilometer commute from Tokaza to Santon. 5:40 a. m.I feel the crisp morning breeze on my face. Index finger pointed downwards to signal to oncoming traffic. One taxi passes, then another, and another, and eventually one stops.With my lunch bag and laptop bag, I quickly make my way into the taxi. Right to the back. By the way, you know, want to be at the back of the taxi.In South Africa, there is no han ...