A couple of weeks ago my car was broken into while I was in church. The bastards (for lack of a better word) broke my back windscreen and stole my work laptop and vanished. When I came out of the church I noticed that there was a huge hole on my windscreen. I was puzzled; I mean when I parked my car an hour ago everything was fine.
I parked at my usual spot, opened the boot, took out my purse and swapped my flat shoes for heels. I didn’t look around to see who was lurking in the background, I never do! After all it’s Braamfontein and every Tom, Dick, Simphiwe, Nokuthula and their dog is there.
There are guards everywhere, bright lit streets, thousands of people walking around and the ever irritating car guards who always promise to take good care of your car. So why would I look around when I am in such a “safe environment”? So I went into church and an hour later; Boom! this had happened.
So as I got back to the scene of the incident I was puzzled and had so many questions running through my head. Why, how, what, when; with WHY the biggest question.
Who breaks a windscreen of a car to steal a laptop? Who does that? Does the person think of the inconvenience that the car owner is faced with? Having to replace the window and the documents in the laptop? I therefore concluded that we live in a sick sick society that has lost ubuntu (humanity)
People blame poverty and joblessness for their mistakes and think taking from those who work hard for their money is the way. There is a sense of entitlement and a feeling that because you are in a car you have money, you are better off and I am a poor street kid or guard so you must give me money. If you don’t I will take something that belongs to you. At least that’s how I see it.
Back to the scene, when I got back to my car the puzzling thing was that there was no car guard in sight and these are the same guards who promise to guard your car with their lives. I have given them money each day and I even went to the extent of giving one of them a pair of sneakers on a rainy day. So I asked myself, why I should be kind, if the same people that I am helping are the ones taking from me. Biting the very hand that feeds them and not being remorseful, why should I bother? Let me also lock my car and be disgusted by them, let me walk away without giving them a cent or making eye contact. Let me do that.
I have been to Braamfontein again and parked across the road where my car was broken into. A week ago as I was leaving one of the car guards thought I wasn’t going to give him coins; he said “If you had given me money the other day they would not have broken into your car.” Mind you, that day I didn’t have a single coin in my purse, so should I have given him a R20 note for pretending to look after my car?
As he said those words, I felt something under my skin crawl, I felt sick in the pit of my stomach. He stood there and told me that, meaning he knows about the break-in and he is probably in cahoots with the criminals.
Just yesterday as I left Braamfontein one of them said, “My sister I see you have fixed your window.” For F&*(@ sake, that is clear message that he knew what was going on and probably got his share of the money. I am extremely angry with car guards in Braamfontein; there is anger boiling inside of me each time I see them and I won’t give them a cent. If they want to take something else and break another window then I will run to the cops. Ooh wait, no I can’t; the cops don’t care, their systems will be down, or better yet, they will all be on strike!
Signed by @ Milirazzi (Mad black woman)