I feel boxed in by fear. Vulnerability makes my knees weak. Anger makes me ready to slaughter! It is such a medley of emotions, it leaves me nauseous and disorientated.
My home in South Africa was broken into. The Mother Person was there. It was only 11am. Do you even expect house robberies at this time? Four men forced their way in. They took her from room to room, ransacking everything, demanding money and jewellery. They threatened her with knives and guns. Why threaten her? She is so small and frail, what harm could she do to them? She kept on begging them not to hurt her. I feel her agony and terror. I could hear it in her quivering voice. It was then I bust into tears. As I write this I feel my cheeks moistening.
There is nothing in South Africa anymore. Once upon a time I thought it was all just a transitional phase and we will get over it. I believed in the country and its people.
But crime is out of hand. The nation is scared. And we live in fear. As crime victims increase, the country loses its citizens. And when you’ve reached a point where there is no hope, where do you find the next step?