My environment has always been safe to me.
It was safe the
first time the Chief Judge’s House was visited, Followed by a second visit
within a short time frame, until he enforced his walls and upgraded his
security. It was still safe when the
house down the street got visited and the visitors narrowly escaped.
It was still safe on the evening I walked down and was told
of a girl who was nearly raped. You see, my environment had always seemed safe
because it happened to others and not me. So yes, my environment was safe until
I was visited.
I never thought it will ever be me because of my high walled
fence laced with barbed wires. But after the day my security man told me about
how he got into the compound despite the barbed wire fence, I realize d that
one could only hope that another won’t try it, but it was only a matter of
time.
It’s amazing how the visitors were so detailed. They sure
knew where things were, and without any doubt, it was apparent that my visitors
had visited before in my absence. If not, how did they know the place where I
charged my phones? Or how did they know about my neighbor’s jewelry box which
sat on her TV stand?
How did they know which dress belonged to who, and used them
to block our security light whilst they went about their duty? Or was that just
a coincidence??? Incredible!!!!!!!!
Then to the insensitive ones who you narrate your ordeal to,
and the best they come up with is “Oh no!!, you were not sensitive to the
Spirit” cuz you were awake at the time they worked but you choose to fall right
back to sleep. In other words, my
spirituality is to be questioned.
How can one choose such conclusions over a simple “Oh I’m sorry
your house got robbed”??? I’m not even mad at the likes of humans as these. I’m
only happy it hasn’t happened to you just yet, and I pray it never happens to
you.
Thanks to the visitors, I am now more aware of my
environment. I am more worried about walking down home at night as I would
freely do. I am more aware of the frenemies within, and the friendly faces I see
on the streets. I am awake now almost
every hour, paranoid and shit.
The other day, it rained and I was aware I left my shoes
outside. As I would normally do, open the door and go out regardless the time
to rescue my shoes, instead I lay awake in guilt knowing that my shoes would be
ruined but couldn’t help them because I don’t know if my visitors lurked in the
shadows of the dark.
It’s an incident whose memory I want to banish, but it
worries me that this actually happened and I am finally awake in my “Safe”
environment.
