The truth is that I've had a horrible week and it's not getting any better.
Last Sunday I saw two people in body bags on the pavement and one in foil, being treated for shock.
I was home alone with the kids on Wednesday night when someone was hijacked across the road and a shootout took place. My kids were lying on the floor as I was afraid of bullets coming through the window.
On Thursday night Lucky Dube died 4 blocks away from my home in a hijacking.
Today: My husband left for a meeting about an hour ago to his favourite coffee shop, right next door to Pick 'n Pay. He always sits outside the shop by the escalators.
The guy who is a security guard at Pick 'n Pay was on his way to the bank, going down the escalators when armed robbers shot him dead and took the money.
I live in fear and I have become a hermit. I don't want to go anywhere. My 6 year old kids want to go to heaven.
