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Thursday, March 29, 2007

Smash and grab, LIVE

MORELETA PARK, PRETORIA - With a bunch of taxi commuters, we were just waiting for a never-to-arrive taxi at about 7pm last night (28th March) as they were going about their time-killer chats. My only concern was, if this damned taxi does not come, as it had not come before, will I have to hitchhike? (I long disregarded reading the fantasy, The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy - I would have picked up some few alien wizardry tips). In the midst of my worrying thoughts and regrets of missed fantasia tips, loud but sharp screams of a woman nearby shatter those thoughts and the sound of shattering glass as it falls on the tar road give me jitters as it caught me off guard deep in thought.

Moments during my thoughts, I notice a young guy approaching a white VW Polo Classic, which had halted for the red lights - his approach so patient, so innocent and composed I had thought he knew the driver and was going to hop in the car.

He leans forward to peep at the passenger seat extends his right hand with astonishing speed smashes the front passenger window and with what seemed like practiced execution he doesn't pull back the hand after the smash but rather just pushes it forward and grabs a 'bag' and with similar speed dashes off the road the woman sharply screams at the top of her lungs a bit too late as the guy vanishes in to the nearby bushes (bushes alongside a main road in front of a busy shopping centre nogal, why?) the woman drives off the red light queue and speeds off probably in shock (on her mind written: almost hijacked!) and nearly driving in to on-coming traffic everybody is dumbfounded and just stood still right there!!!

Well, I heard from the commuting crowd there that it was not a 'first' witness situation for them as they had seen several smash and grabs happen with similar 'pro' execution at the same crossroad - Garsfontein and Rubenstein Roads. They relayed stories of how these guys keep coming back and that the other time, sometime in December, they captured two smash and grabbers and beat them up and returned the bag of the traumatised woman. They told me they bliksemed the guys and one of them apparently went comatose on them for some many minutes.

The interesting part: The 'pro' smash and grabber returns within what I estimated to be less than 10min of the incident but this time walking innocently on the other side of the road - with the hard evidence in hand. He was holding what we could make out to be a bag as we were very near to the robots. He was still wearing the same clothes, leather jacket, white sneakers (I think All Star). As soon as he jumps the well lit robots interaction, he dashed swiftly into a taxi that was headed to Mamelodi (this was comfirmed by a taxi queue marshall). The other guys there kept on saying "let's go get him ... we wish a police van (read: visible policing!) could just pass by and we could alert them to stop the taxi". They concluded that they can't since they couldn't make out if the grabmaster was armed or not.

The poor woman, white woman, I must emphasise for statistics sake - since on average they are, unfortunately, targets (although I am not excluding black women as victims - nearly all women are victims or potential victims to this).

That's another first for me.

HINTS: Ladies, bags not on the seat, not on your lap, but under the seat please. If you do that, at least he will peek through the window and might pass since the bounty may not be conspicuous. And may be try and invest in an anti-smash and grab tint/film on your windows - it could safe your cash, your Louis Vuitton bag, your lipstick, your other priceless possessions plus the trauma. I don't think the police will put smash and grab incidents as a real crime in South Africa amidst the hundreds of contact crimes each day - they will only do so in 2010 and on the tourist routes alone to preserve the bags that definetely have match tickets inside.

And oh, the taxi never arrived by the way!


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Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Heavens fall


I love this picture. I took it during my leave in the village, Pankop. Found an interesting link by BBC re village life as seen through the eyes a children via flash camera (coloured kids in the Cape, South Africa).

The photo was taken by phone in the late afternoon.


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"Judge of a man by his questions, rather than by his answers." - Voltaire

Monday, March 26, 2007

A psychotic world

Was home on paternity leave (modern day convenience) and...

Spent time with the new babe, Tinyiko and her sis, Talia - who, because of the new crowd around her, she flat out ignored me being her number one person in the whole world. The leave was spent in the village, Pankop, amidst the noise of birds and chickens running around the whole place and me lazying under a Marula tree drinking 2x 2l of fresh water a day. For some reason, I felt life was good that way: no worries of the fast city life and the pressures that come with it, the material competition that goes on everyday, the noise of the cars and mad traffic and taxis hooting all day long from am to pm, the rigid schedule that's forced by citylife and more of that crap about the city.

Well, the main reason I felt so good in the village, a place where I was born and lived for 20 years, was because I had just realised something that was just happening naturally: Talia (my first daughter) was playing ... in the streets nogal, with all the other village kids and nobody cared much whether she will be hurt, napped or bothered by psychos that parade the urban streets, in any city. Now that's most cities in the current under-siege South Africa, where crime unto babies, especially girls, is the order of the day.

I don't imagine that when Talia and Tinyiko return back to Pretoria I would just care less if they played in the streets in Pretoria east. I don't think I would even be comfortable with them going about to play unwatched or uncontrolled in a public park here in Pretoria for I fear for their safety. Such is a pity for then their development that should come from their freedom of being kids ands free of unnecessary control (especially when it comes to not interferring with their play-abouts). In short, in the city, they may not enjoy themselves as they do in the village.

It was an interesting observation, which brought back sad memories of a story I covered for the Sunday Times back in 2005 involving two young black girls from Soweto - age ranging 9 - 13 I think. Now the psycho did something beyond human to them - which in South Africa is becoming the norm in the killings of children. He napped them as they were walking to church in the broad day light, probably and allegedly kept them somewhere isolated whilst repeatedly raping them over numerous days. The parents, as I had visited them during the long depressing search for their girls, were reeling with anger to say the least, although very forgiving and hopeful their girls will be found alive - the father relayed to me that he used to walk the streets of Soweto, Pimville, at night hoping to find them as it was quiter but only to be taumented by their voices in his head begging for mercy ("for me to come safe them" - he once relayed to me).

That is painful for a parent, even if they try to look stronger than they may feel. Now the worst was to fall for this father and his wife: the monster-half man, after raping the girls in captivity for several days, killed them by strangling them with ropes from their apostolic-church attire and burried them in a shallow open grave in an open field nearby the neighbourhood. I was gobsmacked another human being could do that - my first hardcore story to report at the Sunday Times - with many mixed emotions.

At the time, the only fury in my heart and mind was that a case of these girls from a modest township background was not fast tracked or given any good detectives (police) to sort out, whereas a kidnap-murder case of a white rich girl (21 year old Leigh-Matthews) was backed by all necessary resources to resolve it soonest, and resolved it was - and the parents could at least put closure and try to move on. But the case of the poor little girls from Soweto was largely ill-managed by police and received the bearest minumum of their attention or resources. And to date, the case remains unsolved and the culprit prowling the streets where my Talia, Tinyiko and many other little innocent girls out there have to live and play.

Now that's my new beef with SA police, the Chief (President) and his commanders (Selebi) for not doing much except for public lip service in sorting out crime. It hit me on Saturdya 17.03.07 (the birth of Tinyiko) that with two daughters, I may have a higher chance of being visited by sorrow in my home than families that bear boy children - as the stats and the reality is that more girls suffer in the hands of paedophiles and maniacs of this society than do boy-children (they do suffer too but the stats or reality are not as steep in comparison). And on that Saturday, I also learnt that when you are a parent, crime stops being a racial or class issue to become more the issue of the future of your children - particularly girl children.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Made SA's best midwives




INTERNATIONAL BREAKING NEWS: Believe it or not, Izz delivered a bouncy cool baby gal at 12h30 today in his bedroom in Pretoria, South Africa. The mindboggling experience saw him lose his mind out of shock n the instincts kicking in. Reports say that he was fed sugar water to calm him down from the shock n desbelief. Other reports confirm that Mphoentle Tinyiko Mlambo n her mother are safe and resting in hospital. SAPA.

Well, that's the SMS sent on Saturday evening from my phone whilst still shaking from disbelief of the events that unfolded during the day. As I sat in the taxi to home, from hospital, I couldn't believe that I'd just delivered my own baby daughter. I had no previous experience, nor training in midwifery or First Aid. But of course, it follows naturally that I intend enrolling for a First Aid course urgently, as I had that plan, but I felt no urgency.

I would relay the incident of the delivery of the baby, but I am not going to as one of my friends, Cynthia, was upset slightly by the details I had been giving out to her. She simply logged off as I was busy relaying the gore of the day. Her reasons, that it's not fair on her as she still has to make love to her to her future hubby and to bare kids - go through the labour. So for the reasons of not discouraging other young women from child birth, the natural one of push and more push that is, I shall keep it to myself.

But, one of my friends tells me she is scared to death of blood, any amount of blood. Well, I am glad she was not Talia, my daughter, on that Saturday. Talia, poor baby, had to see it all start from one small scream, to countless supersonic screams from her mommy as she was popping out the baby. The baby who by the way, kept showing her head to say hi daddy, and then retreating back to her nine-months vacation environment. And finally, after I decided the medics may not be here now, I asked my wife to not pull back the newbie anymore but to push full force as I pull the tiny head fully covered with black hair. That's, ironically, when the water only broke and burst like a fountain to the direction of poor screaming Talia, at this time, her hands over her head, screams louder than her mommies and the music - at the start of the screams, I put the hi-fi volume up so as to not disturb or annoy my extremely racist neighbours - who have a tendency of calling the security on us (once though - but am still pissed off for that, topic for another discussion).

So yes, there were three people in the room, all in panic, and suddenly there were four, one with heavy screams, the other with sharp ear-shuttering screams and the other with soft, almost silent cute cry that said: The world, here I am to kick butt big time, for the next 80 (odd) years. Talia was screaming mainly cos of the blood - too much even for me to bare. I am still struggling with cleaning the sheet back to their original colour as my wife is incapacitated at the moment - more like resting from the five hour gore. Talia was delivered in exactly 17hours but my wife tells, amidst the height of the pains, me the pains were not as extreme as the four ones.

Interestingly, the first thing Talia said, almost immediately following her loud sharp screams were: Aaah papa, nana!, as I held the baby and wrapped her in a towel. Talia rushed to see the pretty cutie bundle as if she was not screaming moments ago. As for me, well, I would have screamed if I could, but was too scared to as I kept thinking of the delayed ambulance and what I would do if push came to shove - it already gone passed that as the head of the baby was starting to be visible. Why hadn't we called the ambulance earlier, well, my wife refused as she knows for a fact, after being told and being witness, that at Pretoria Academic Hospital they turn away preggies whose water hasn't broken. So she kept on saying, 'babes not yet, no'. I think she had anticipated the gore to last 17hours less 5 or so. Well, I called the ambulance anyways, although it was already too late as they found the baby lying there, umbilical cord in place, for nearly 15min and just playing with her hands and feet.

That's one of the most life changing experiences in my small life. Something that I had never anticipated happening to me at all. Next time it happens, not with my wife of course, I will be equipped to deal with it professionally as I will have concluded my Advanced First Aid course. As with my wife, brains flew out my head and I was only acting on instinct. And the guide, I don't know where it came from, but I suddenly had the insight of asking my wife, whilst she was screaming and pushing, what happened and what the procedure was with Talia's delivery. Although, I swear I couldn't hear a word of what she was saying cos of double screams - hers and Talia's - I followed some of her instructions.

Mother and baby safe and fit at home as I write this. And Mphoentle Tinyiko Mlambo taught me a lesson about preparation right at her first second of arrival. No doubt she is here to kick butt big time.

PS: Many more 'firsts' to come from Izz.