It's no secret that I live in a country that has many problems, the biggest in my opinion is the crime, it's high, very high. But you kinda just live with it, it becomes a part of your life...I mean, it's not like you are robbed every second of every day, it's more like you make sure your doors are always locked, you don't leave your bag on your car seat, we have high walls and burglar alarms, that kinda stuff.
I love my country, and HATE speaking badly about it, but when something hits close to home, I wonder if I am not living in a fairytale.
My sister phoned me very early this morning (never a good thing), to tell me that the husband of one of her very good friends was killed the night before, in his home, watching TV, while his wife and two little kids slept. What did they take...his cell phone. The sad thing, this is not shocking to us, we have heard these stories before. This time it's just my heartbroken sister telling me the story me on the other side of the phone as opposed to reading it in the paper.
Thousands of South Africans have left, and I know of many that have come home, saying that the grass is not greener on the other side. I know these things also happen in other countries, but not this often. Just when does it become just too much.
I am very positive about the future of my country, I always look for the positives and the good things, I don't want to leave, I want my children to grow up in Africa, this is my home, Africa is in my blood, I am an African...but am I living in fairytale, is it time for a reality check?
To my sisters friend, I cannot even express how sorry I am. No words can ever be enough. Please know that all of you are in our prayers and thoughts.
6 hours ago