Les criminels, listen up:
Last night was simply superb, thank you. Three o’ clock I get an invitation. My girlfriend requests of me to be kidnapped by her to celebrate 29 weeks of us sharing the best time of our lives. To start off the evening, we go for a swim – something we’ve grown fond of over the last couple of weeks. We share quite amazing times, laugh, exercise, dance in the water, chat… It gets dark, so we get out. I go into the John’s to change, when I hear sobbing in the corridor. As I go out to see what is going on, I find my girlfriend in a state of shock. She’s quietly crying and hardly in the state of well-being we were just three minutes ago. You see, what happened was this: She went to her car to get her clothes, to find her left back window smashed by you – the security guards suspect it was done with a spark plug. Where there was now only shattered shards of glass, she found her cell phone, her brand new cell phone sock, her cell phone charger, her clothes for the evening, her contact lens fluid and holders, her beach bag she got as a gift from her sister, her purse with all her bank cards, medical cards, identification documents and so on, missing from the scene.
I want you to consider something, even though you’re not a considerate person. Wait, before I continue, read this:
About a year ago, my sister came back from a good evening out celebrating Valentine’s Day. As she opened up the security gate, you ran her into the gate, slamming it shut. You beat her, kicked her, pulled her on her earrings and hair. You forcefully took her handbag with her cell phone and bank cards just before you started dragging her by her hair to your vehicle for who knows what reason. A good guy stopped you from getting away with her, but the damage is done.
Now consider this: These ladies are princesses – daughters and cherished of the High King, God, who made them in His image; Royalty by blood covenant and heritage. An enemy of them is an enemy of Him. Also know that I’ve been mugged four times by you and I’ve been a victim of your thievery on countless occasions. You’ve made way with all my bicycles to date. My shoes, my car radios, my car windows, my cameras, my cell phones, my money, my food, my clothes, my music, etc. By me you’ll get no punishment because I choose to live in the freedom. This doesn’t pardon you from damnation though. People like you may not get this, but you’ll get what is coming to you. You cannot kill, assault, steal, rob, damage people and not serve the punishment. He who lives by the sword shall die by it. You shall die by the hands that you chopped off of some of us. I’m a forgiving man, but not all of my kind is, and the God I serve – though forgiving, is no pushover. Eternity waits, and you’re breakfast.
So for the taking of what’s not yours to take, I forgive you for this reason: the blood that will flow from your body I do not want on my hands. I sincerely hope you feel remorse for your infertile life of taking and turn from your evil ways before it’s too late for you. I hope you become a model citizen and add sweet flavour to our nation that is known for you being here. May you reap what you sow and may you sow good, because you’re destined for better than this criminal sick selfish life. Give back what you took, where you can and where you can’t, ask forgiveness.
This includes you: The robbers, the corrupt politicians, the Intercape bus driver who made derogatory depreciating sexual comments towards my girlfriend, using fowl language in front of her while you were supposed to serve her with respect and dignity, the murderers, killers, drunk drivers, illegal narcotic users and people who smoke in the theatre.
These people you’ve hurt and damaged and killed are nurses who work for less money than you do. They look after your sick mothers and daughters, they pray over your country for your well-being. They study communication so that you may have a voice in the world. They make clothes so that you’re not naked. They send food to Heidedal impoverished community so that the children that you’ve abandoned may not end up like you and have a life and even survive. They try and stop the AIDS virus you spread shamelessly and this they do while not condemning you.
When you hurt them you hurt yourself, but more importantly, you hurt them. Wake up and smell your miserable attempt of a life. Make something of it.
Help me to think that this country isn’t filled with idiots. Help me to without fear walk to class and treat me the way you’d like to be treated. Instead of giving my sister a knife in the face, give her roses. Mend. Build. Grow.