December the 6th was officially the day that Nelson Mandela was declared dead. There are speculations that he actually died in June...but we won't go there. He was a good man, who tried hard for our country, and it was eye openeing to watch the movie on his life, based on his book, "Long Walk to Freedom" We will miss you Madiba!!
Driving through Pinetown on this memorable day to purchase a light cover for the diningroom light, at the duplex that I am renting, as my 13 year old decided to bounce a rubber ball in the house and subsequently smashed it to smithereens. This was two weeks after we had moved in. Now we are moving out, a year and a half later, and need to fix everything we broke...nothing else was broken thankfully.
Sitting at the robot, I had my window just a finger open. My mother had given me a beautiful gold chain for my 40th birthday, and it had been on my neck just over a month.
A tap on the passenger window,..
Somebody is trying to tell me something, I am looking at him and trying to figure out what he is saying, when I see a black arm reach into the car, and grab at my collar, he grabs and pulls, and scratches, he reaches down seemingly to try and pull my bra off as well. What is happening?? I am screaming in shock, over and over again. I am hooting too. The cars around me start hooting too.
The boy's face is contorted and nasty. Nobody is around to help, and the robot finally turns green. My legs are like jelly as I find myself driving off, looking to see that I still have my bag and phone. I realise that I am still screaming, but I cannot stop. Then I realise that my chain is gone....
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