My sense of false security and freedom at house came crushing down. On this particular day, I was devastated and distraught by the criminal underworld. Someone had just invaded my space, I felt powerless. I had seen similar violations of the law and the destruction on television and newspapers never thought I would be visited by the same fate. i had felt scared and agitated at the new concept of having to know that I wasn’t as safe as I originally thought I was.
I had just dropped my father at the airport; I was so excited for him as he was going to the United states, My dream holiday destination. After dropping off my dad I attended a wedding celebration which i had been invited to...after a joyous occasion which had left me waxing lyrical …show more content…
I was naïve and gullible to think that as i was protected by high walls in a gated complex with a highly regarded and trusted security personnel; I regarded myself as being part of ” the untouchables”. On hind sight I wouldn’t have put the blame on innocent people because they stay in the shacks neighboring our dwelling. The experience also made me realize that it is a stereotype to think that crime only happens in the township. It is tough out here, Crime therefore makes as if it is survival of the fittest and that we are all on our own .Criminals harass us with impunity, and they are becoming sophisticated and advanced. Crime in my view is emotionally draining and is a selfish act committed by people with no morals and belief …show more content…
I suffered immense stress experiencing the speed and pace in which the investigators worked at . I was angry and furious at the poor commitment and work ethic at which the investigators worked . To inflame my disappointment, my father delayed his returning from his trip. I had to play the role of being the man of the house. I was horrified and had become paranoid. Every night was a struggle to sleep peacefully without thinking about the worst. My doors were still bare; it was as if we are in a scary movie.
After the police had reported a breakthrough in the case I was ecstatic and over the moon at the receiving of the good news .It was alleged that they caught my neighbors with their pants down! They discovered some of our missing goods in their house. I was excited that at last my valuables would be returned- it was not to be. The items would be used as part of evidence in a court of law. Lo and behold! The suspects were off the hook in no time, because of a “technicality”. All was lost.
High walls, wailing alarms, connected electric fences are not a guarantee to one’s security and safety. Living in a cocoon as I was, thinking i was invincible, taught me an invaluable lesson that: “life is not a bed of roses”-one cannot assume a smooth ride on the journey all the time.
I had just dropped my father at the airport; I was so excited for him as he was going to the United states, My dream holiday destination. After dropping off my dad I attended a wedding celebration which i had been invited to...after a joyous occasion which had left me waxing lyrical …show more content…
I was naïve and gullible to think that as i was protected by high walls in a gated complex with a highly regarded and trusted security personnel; I regarded myself as being part of ” the untouchables”. On hind sight I wouldn’t have put the blame on innocent people because they stay in the shacks neighboring our dwelling. The experience also made me realize that it is a stereotype to think that crime only happens in the township. It is tough out here, Crime therefore makes as if it is survival of the fittest and that we are all on our own .Criminals harass us with impunity, and they are becoming sophisticated and advanced. Crime in my view is emotionally draining and is a selfish act committed by people with no morals and belief …show more content…
I suffered immense stress experiencing the speed and pace in which the investigators worked at . I was angry and furious at the poor commitment and work ethic at which the investigators worked . To inflame my disappointment, my father delayed his returning from his trip. I had to play the role of being the man of the house. I was horrified and had become paranoid. Every night was a struggle to sleep peacefully without thinking about the worst. My doors were still bare; it was as if we are in a scary movie.
After the police had reported a breakthrough in the case I was ecstatic and over the moon at the receiving of the good news .It was alleged that they caught my neighbors with their pants down! They discovered some of our missing goods in their house. I was excited that at last my valuables would be returned- it was not to be. The items would be used as part of evidence in a court of law. Lo and behold! The suspects were off the hook in no time, because of a “technicality”. All was lost.
High walls, wailing alarms, connected electric fences are not a guarantee to one’s security and safety. Living in a cocoon as I was, thinking i was invincible, taught me an invaluable lesson that: “life is not a bed of roses”-one cannot assume a smooth ride on the journey all the time.