ROBBED at CPUT, Bellville Campus

I got robbed AGAIN, this time within the confines of Cape Peninsula University of Technology, Bellville Campus, a place where i thought i was safe.

Well let me tell you what happened this time

I was walking to wards the train station on a Sunday afternoon around 16:30, the sun was still up. A coloured guy approached me and and was asking for direction inside Belhar, I responded, I do not know where it is you want to go but there is belhar (as i pointed him there). He then asked is it safe for a guy llike him to be walking in there, I responded i guess so. Take note I did not stop, i kept walking.

Suddenly he grabbed my Jacket and pulled out a knife.. I think it was chef's knife, (i just googled types of knives). He then asked me to empty my pockets, I reached for my pants' pockets because thats where the least valuable stuff were, but on my right hand jacket pocket there was a bulge, unfortunately it was my cellphone a Sony Ericsson WT19i, it fell, he took it and he ran into what looked like a white 2001 VW POLO Classic, it was driven by a darked skinned guy, (Black, or Coloured),

So I ran after the car and went to freedom square residence, where i found a Security Guard (fiddling with his Blackberry) i told him to call the front gate to stop a white Polo, after wasting precious seconds redailling and stuff he finally got through to the front gate, where he was told the polo had just left., so i cried because i loved my phone and when i got to the police station, they told me i had to report it at another police station...


Ad that the story of how i got Robbed

So I got Robbed...!

Yeah I know terrible way to start a conversation. I've just become a victim of South Africa's Crime Statistics

I was walking to school, listening to South Africa fall apart in cricket against the black caps...enough about cricket. as I walked on my normal route in walking at a rather rapid pace in front of me was a coloured man... OK nothing strange about that people walk fast all the time in the morning, probably he's running to catch a train or something... so I kept walking, a moment later I looked behind me there was this guy, also a coloured in a red shirt and some brown pants... he too was walking rather quickly... but he was not dressed as if he was going anywhere important. The cricket commentary was so good I did not mind him.

Fast forward a few steps later i felt an arm around my neck, chokingly he dragged me to ground and I was on my back. he came around mean muggin' and shit like that.

Yes he was this ugly

Holding what i recall as a rusty old knife he took my phone and my money... after seeing that it had some buttons missing he was like "what fucked up phone is this"... I am thinking to my self this guy has the audacity to talk trash to me where as he just robbed me... he proceeds to calling me a "naai" as if I know what the hell that is.

I am just grateful, I still have my organs, my blood and my handsome face.

I picked my self up picked up some of my coins and this old coloured oke from nowhere, is like "can i have a rand I wanna buy a smoke"

I just got Robbed you think imma give you money? huh?

I was tempted to smack the life out of him. No consoling word whatsoever and he persisted tryna get a rand from me. and the only way i found the rand was through him tryna pick it up... He witnessed me getting robbed now he wants money too?

Aargh I can still feel his hands around my neck. I need a cleansing ceremony.