If you must spit, not near me please!

I’ve been doing a lot of complaining lately but that is only because some things are simply not meant to be done. I know what you are thinking – who died and made me God right? Well – logically put, some of these things don’t really need divine intervention, it’s just good old fashioned manners!There’s this group on Facebook called ‘You know you are in Rwanda’ where people post all sorts of things about what happens here or what the people are like. One particular post caught my eye and it said, ‘You know you are in Rwanda when you narrowly survive a saliva missile.’A zillion likes followed the post and every comment had people ‘laughing out loud’ or ‘rolling on the floor laughing.’ It is quite hilarious in a post but let me assure you that in reality, when one of those missiles misses your head by an inch, it is not funny at all!A while back, I was standing outside the Union Trade Center (UTC) wondering whether to jump on my beloved motos or take a polite stroll home, when some guy walking behind me unleashed a spit missile so exceedingly disgusting and loud that I jumped off the pavement and was almost hit by a bike.Now I hear that people have been banned from spitting like that but I don’t believe it because not a day goes by when I don’t see someone leave their issues on a pavement. If you do know of a spit free place, kindly send me an email and let me know so I can move there!We are never going to fully develop or move completely forward if people still have such revolting tendencies. What’s the point of having fine buildings and roads when half the time they are covered in spit? If you really feel you hate the taste of your own saliva that much, suck on sweets or even better carry a portable container and drop your issues there.In a taxi once, this guy next to me decided to send one of his missiles out the window and to my horror, there was a moto guy speeding up behind us with a passenger. I quickly turned away because I did not wish to see where it landed but I’m guessing if it wasn’t the bike’s small windscreen then it was definitely the guy’s head. Neither one of those is pretty!People let us style up and try to showcase our beauty in every aspect. I’m sure even the bushmen in the Kalahari are moving towards real civilsation. I don’t see why we can’t!