Philda Dladla, 59, enters a green and white card, with a thick red line running across it, into a small opening in a machine that looks like an ATM.
It’s so that the machine can scan the card.
It’s a Thursday around 10am. Around her, people are rushing to do their end-of-the-month grocery shopping and taxis are blowing their horns to attract passengers.
Dladla enters a four-digit pin.
But there aren’t any bank notes popping out.
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