You know when some tells you about their experience of how they got robbed and in the same breathe say they HATE SA!!!!!!!!! You on the other hand are sympathetic and say it’s not really bad, it’s like that everywhere in the world, well at least they didn’t take your life and you ask the are they emotionally okay?
I got robbed this year let me tell you it was very unpleasant. A friend and I were walking towards her car, it was at about 7ish pm, in Gugulethu, now you need to understand my mom has warned me about this place several times (I admit) and it was rather busy. I had a shiny bag, wearing a bright blue jersey and really didn’t think much about the commotion. This guy jumps out of a white car (doggy I tell you), says something and I immediately turn around and run, he grabs my arm to grab my bag, I SCREAM!!! (Though I can’t even scream to save my life) and people look to see but do they stop to help NO??????? Anyway the car pulls away; I run towards the car and start banging on it (DON”T ask me what was I thinking cause it was oblivious I wasn’t thinking). My friends hear my screaming come closer ask me what happened I’m bitten shaken my friend explains for me. We then get into the perspective cars and head off to the nearest police station. Get there talk to a policeman, he asks what happened I explain,
then gives me a number to call to block my id I then walk away thinking that we’re done and then I’m like aren’t you suppose to issues me with a affidavit form? He responds “oh ewe nansi” (oh yes here it is). I go home drink sugar water and go to sleep. I wake up in the morning dreading the up/down, ques and how many times I’m going to have to explain what happened to the various people at the counters. To top it all I lost my voice at my attempt to scream eish what a day I’m going to have.
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