I protested for 17 days. It included voluntary room arrest and going hungry. Yesterday afternoon, it ended and i went for a walk for food.
I went to the shop. Almost didn’t make as my head swam like an out of control yo-yo. I rested before the uphill, return trip but resorted to asking an armed response unit for a lift when halfway because my knees were buckling. I received a South African, ‘No.” I sat on the side of the road twice more but eventually got back, feeling quite proud of myself. Now, a day later, after a pie, toast, mango juice and a cup of coffee, i feel amazing in comparison. The human body is the greatest wonder. It bounces. Like me.
But the encounters on the journey are the reason for this post. I past 2 very dodgy characters who assessed me. I assessed the knife in my pocket. 50 metres later, i found an empty wallet on a driveway. I planted it on the security gate in case someone inside had dropped it. Over the next 20 metres i realized my mistake as i found a wallet sized photograph. then bank slips and other papers. Someone had just been mugged.
On the return trip, on one of the side roads, i bumped into a lady who i though was a new resident as the house was being renovated, It turned out she was long term and just upgrading. I warned her to watch out for evil that sometimes lurks in the nearby cul de sac and ongoing pathway. I’ve seen suspicious people there and know of one mugging. I also witnessed a mugging in the next road. She said she knew about it and saw 2 women being mugged recently. She said she’d had a robbery, an attempted robbery and had been raped and beaten by 2 men.
I’m out of the room and back in South Africa.