I could not fall asleep last night. Not for a lack of trying, there was a yappy little dog that I just wanted to throttle. I could not understand why, at 1 in the morning, it felt the need to express itself in the most high pitched of doggy barks. I was not impressed. Then I heard a gunshot. It was just outside my room, in the park by my house. The dog went quiet, then I heard the security guards shouting, the neighbours questioning, and all the general lying in the dark made-up noises one hears when one is panicked and your heart is racing. And at this point my full grown dog would bark and act like a baby. My mouth was dry, my eyes wide, I was on high alert, I was effing scared. I could see the torches searching the darkness behind me. My big baby lay on my bed, his heart racing like mine, I held my hand over his muzzle... he was not allowed to bark, not this time.
I love this country. I love it's people, it's landscapes, it's wildlife, it's future. I am incredibly patriotic but I do not like the crime caused by poverty. It is fucked up. At my previous job I used to handle the South African Tourism footage. It was like taking a virtual tour of this beautiful country everyday. There is only so much one can say about a country, but it takes one bad, personal experience to erase all the sunsets, and rolling hills from your mind. It may not have been a bad personal experience for me. I have had my fair share though, but I do not allow it to get me down, oh no Sir. I just keep on going.
"All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money"
- Paper Planes by MIA
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