A story. A local hustler visits some people and steals their cellphone. Then he goes to town, to a well-known bar that he frequents, and starts flashing the phone around, trying to sell it. The people he robbed appear, enter the bar and confront him.
'Where's the phone?'
'Ah, let's talk outside,' he says. No sooner are they outside than the people (two men and a woman) begin to work him over. They do a thorough job. Then they reverse their car, a Merc, to the kerb, pulp the guy some more, and bundle him into the car boot before driving off into the night.
Fair enough, I say, the guy's a well-known slimeball, and Swaziland lacks the minimum eighteen months in prison for cellphone theft. The people's justice...
'Where's the phone?'
'Ah, let's talk outside,' he says. No sooner are they outside than the people (two men and a woman) begin to work him over. They do a thorough job. Then they reverse their car, a Merc, to the kerb, pulp the guy some more, and bundle him into the car boot before driving off into the night.
Fair enough, I say, the guy's a well-known slimeball, and Swaziland lacks the minimum eighteen months in prison for cellphone theft. The people's justice...