NOT FOR SENSITIVE READERS OR PEOPLE OF MODIMOLLE’s EYES…
You should see what I wrote, and deleted.
I am able to kill somebody. I discovered that yesterday.
I had an extremely long night on the bus from Cape Town to Pretoria. My wife and daughter met me at the station to pick me up. We dropped my daughter off at her home, I went to take a shower and a coffee at my mother’s house. Then, as it being my 24 th wedding anniversary. took my wife to a dinner before driving the last 130 km home.
In the time we sat at dinner, I received a Whatsapp message from my daughter, just enquiring if we were still in Pretoria. She just said she was longing for our company a little, but she was ok. I should have picked up something major was wrong. But we didn’t. When we arrived home, my mother called. My daughter was at her home.
Just after we dropped her off yesterday afternoon, she decided to go for a walk in a guarded suburb of Pretoria. A man approached her from behind, and hit her with the fist, a huge blow to the eye. He then discovered that she didn’t have her mobile phone with her, and ran off. My daughter is traumatized again, after being attacked again… She was showered with broken glass in a smash & grab attack behind Menlyn centre last year. Those guys selling all the shit at the traffic lights… This is life in South Africa. We are in a position where your child gets beat up, and you are just so happy that she wasn’t killed or raped. It does not help to report it to police, nothing happens anyway, just another statistic that gets kept silent, when our police minister tells us crime rates is coming down…
I do not want to publish the photo of my daughter’s face. But I want to say this: people outside South Africa wonder why there are vagrant people being beaten up when they are where they don’t belong. (Waterkloof 4) . This is the reason.
Why do people live in fear, and shoot without seeing who they are shooting at, like maybe what happened to Oscar? “How could he”- all the civilized people of the world are asking. How can there be so much gun violence in South Africa?
Because we are afraid. Because we get beaten up and murdered, and not 10% of crimes are solved. They will find you if you do not pay at the hated etoll gates in Gauteng province. But you have a 90% chance to get away with murder.
I live in a very peaceful little town. The local newspaper greeted me yesterday with this story:
In a very secure residential area with 50 houses, a lady of 86 years old was attacked by her gardener, who worked for her for 5 years. All the people in this security estate knows the gardener as a friendly, reliable chap. Well, he asked the lady for R3000 (about $300) after working hours. When she did not have that amount, he started hitting her, and torturing her from 17h00 till MIDNIGHT. Being a lot of elderly people living there, nobody heard her screaming! Finally, as he got hold of a bank card, he went to withdraw some money. She got loose and fired of a few shots with her personal weapon. Then the neighbours heard her. The attacker came back, and she screamed his name. He ran away and the police is looking for him… Why did he need R 3000 so suddenly? To pay for training for being a witchdoctor (Sangoma!)
Why do we have weapons? Because we die if we don’t have them. Because you can call our emergency number, something like 911, in our country 10111, and the phone can ring for hours. When you get to the police station, all the officers on duty will be laying asleep around a barrel of KFC. When you wake them, they will say there is only 1 vehicle working, and probably it is off stealing sheep somewhere.
I know- our town’s police is not like that, they were really soon on the scene when the old lady got hurt. I have some very dedicated police officers in our church. But our newspapers are full of stories where people gets murdered, and the police don’t even investigate. Murder dossiers gets misplaced for R100. If you are not Oscar Pistorius, forensic evidence can take up to 2 YEARS to get processed.
My daughter got beat up. The old lady in our town got tortured. And we are just so happy they are alive.
We have a beautiful word: GATVOL- When you are extremely fed up with a situation you can’t change.
I am totally GATVOL this evening, and I really wish I sent my daughter to karate classes from the age of 3, that she could really hurt assholes like that. And if I have came upon this scene, with ANYONE’s daughter being hit in the face by some illegal immigrant, I would have tried my best to really hurt that asshole.
I usually get into a lot of trouble when I use “Asshole” and “Bullshit” in my blog. That is our kind of society, people frown upon rough words. But we are getting immune to violence and murder. I hate living like this. I hate worrying every evening if my daughter is ok in the city.
Sorry that you have to see this side of me. I really tried to be a part of the solution of South Africa’s problems. I failed. TIA.
The end of beauty- taken at a Stop & Go on the way down to Cape Town on my motorbike…
PS- If you really want to see what a loveable “Gardener” can do in South Africa- look at this photo, not for sensitive viewers. http://diepos.co.za/thumbs/8/270/210/23972_p18k3mj6g3pk4uli1u063es12c33.jpg