The private security firm we use, Atlas Security, sends out a weekly newsletter of crimes and incidents in Port Elizabeth that they have responded to.
It is very detailed but depressing to read when you realise that these are only incidents that they have responded to. It does not include other security firms or the police.
Today however, when I read it I had to laugh. Here is an extract of one of the crimes they responded to:
“At 03h36 on Monday morning, an Outeniqua Street, Kamma Heights homeowner found a suspect sleeping in the back seat of his car that was parked in his yard.
The owner heard noises coming from his yard and found the 19-year-old boy sleeping on the seat, with their dog under his arm. The owner woke the suspect and questioned him. In the mean time, the owner’s wife phoned ATLAS to despatch a Response vehicle to their home.”
Yes, it is sad that the teenager that had to find somewhere to sleep, but did you notice who his sleeping partner was?
So much for having a watchdog…. I can just picture them snuggled up together keeping warm.
My German Shepherd is turning into a very good guard dog. He has become very protective of me. He always has been a bit but seems to be getting more so lately.
I could never take him to the vet or any place like that because he protects me if anyone comes close, he is fine if Mr OL takes him though. Even when he was a puppy he did not like it if somebody – like our gardener came close to me. However this week he has taken it to new levels. We have had some people working in our back garden paving – yes, we have finally given up on grass – the dogs have just run tracks in it. Well back to the workers, they have been there all week and the dogs have been fine, until this morning. I walked outside to talk to the workers to tell them to stop ringing my doorbell a million times a day. Duke went mad, barking and going for them. He didn’t bite them, but did let them know that he was not happy. As soon as I walked back inside he stopped and sat down as if nothing was wrong. A few minutes later I thought I would try again and he did it again. I just stepped out the back door and he would go for them, I would step back inside and he would stop. It was actually quite funny – well, from my point of view it was. He does stop if I tell him to, but seeing as they have been ringing my doorbell and waking the baby all day for the past week I thought I would let them stew a bit. Also I am not adverse to people knowing we have a vicious dog on the premises. I had a gardener working here over the weekend and it was actually Daisy that decided to tell him she was also a guard dog, and when she starts then Duke starts, but as soon as I told them to stop they did. I needed to actually speak to him during the day so could not have them attacking him every time I wanted to tell him to do something.
So would you be upset if your dogs were this protective of you, or would you be quite happy? Obviously if they did not stop when I told them to I would be very upset about it, but seeing as they stand down when told I am actually rather pleased.
I came up with an idea which I made reference to here….
I started investigating the possibilities and things have kind of gotten out of hand – in a good way. In a very good way!
At the moment it kind of feels like a steam train that I have no control over Usually when I say I am going to start a project I get all excited about it. Start investigating the possibilities and then loose focus or passion or both and it just kind of fizzles out. This time I am just getting more and more excited about it, and it the people I am asking for support are giving it to me and more.
What I want to do is not unique, in fact there are two other companies/projects making the same product in South Africa alone. However I believe there is enough space (market) for all of us. And if I can do this to benefit others (as well as myself) then so much the better. I want to take a waster material, recycle it and sew it into different items. Well, I won’t be sewing it. That is the part that I want to outsource to community skills development centres or similar places. One of the other places making these products is a church in Johannesburg, the other is a full on business. I want to combine the two?
And here in lies the problem. I thought getting the materials would be the problem. Turns out it is not too bad. As it is “junk” companies are more than willing to give it to me. The problem is finding centres that are able to sew the products. All the sewing centres that I have heard off have closed down and the ones that are still open are unable to sew the materials I want to use as they don’t have industrial sewing machines. This is obviously a problem I am going to have to figure out. I had better figure it out soon as it looks like I might have my first order… Yikes!
I am amazed by what some people write on their blogs and Facebook status. Mr OL sent this link to me. Not sure why…… For some reason he seems to think I spend too much time on line at work???? Don’t know where he gets that from……
I was actually thinking about what people write on their blogs or Facebook status yesterday. I came across a blog where this girl was constantly complaining about her boss. I think every second post had something about him in it. The thing is her name and the city she lived in was on her blog. The company that she worked for was not, but it would not be that hard to find out where she worked.
I am also amazed at the amount of people that write if they are going away on holiday or even for the weekend. I am sure that it would not be that difficult (if you were that way inclined) to find out where they live. What more do you need, you already know that their house is going to be empty for a specific period. I know on Facebook it is only your “friends” that can see your status (or at least that is how mine is set up) but still – some of those “friends” I last saw at school and it is our 20 year reunion this year.
I am very aware of what I write. I know my full name is very easy to find out. I know by Ironman pictures and the company I work for is not that difficult to figure out. But I don’t slag them off. I also don’t write if I am going away on holiday – or at least I don’t give the dates. I usually only say what it was like when I return. I might write that I am on leave from work, but not that I am going out of town. (This is SA after all).
The stuff I write about work is not a secret – even my boss knows that I am not that busy. Or at least she should – I am constantly asking for more work or more involvement. They know I spend time online. I give feedback about websites and ideas for the development for our online profile. I put my internet surfing down as “research” cough, cough, splutter (ok so that might be slight, uhmmm, exaggeration)
The lady that cleans our house came to work today in a total state. She had totally lost her voice and when I asked her what was wrong, she just burst out crying and said she had lost her voice from crying.
Last year some time her 16 year old nephew was murdered. At the time although really upset she was glad at least that the murderers had been arrested. I could not understand the full story, but somebody seemed to know who had done it, or witnessed the murder or something. Anyway, the perpetrators had been arrested and were in jail and could not make bail, so that was where they stayed.
That was until Tuesday. At the hearing the magistrate threw the case out of court because of insufficient evidence or something similar. The family of the boy is now devastated, they feel that this people have literally gotten away with murder.
It just really infuriates me! Hazel and her family are decent hard working people who do the best for their families and the courts have failed them. And it just seems to happen so often. Files are “lost’, cases thrown out and criminals are walking free. No wonder the police don’t seem interested. When they do put in the hard work it is to no avail anyway.
Ok, I’ll get off my little soapbox now… I just feel really bad for this family, it is hard to see somebody so upset and know there is nothing you can do to make them feel better!
Every day there are stories in our papers about crime.Most of the time you read it, think it is shocking and then go onto the next story, but sometimes there is a story that you read that really hits close to home.
Yesterday on the front page of our local paper was one of those stories.This woman was running in a relay race (each leg 10km) when she was attacked, stabbed 3 times and robbed off her running shoes and watch!In the middle of the RACE, with people close by!Did I mention while running the RACE!!!!!The audacity and cheek!It was not as if the race was at night, it was not as if she was the only one around for miles, she had just been handed the baton about 800m back!
I suppose the reason this has hit close to home is because you seem to think you are some how safer while racing.No of course she would not have run along that road on her own, but you kind of feel protected in an organized event.You feel safer when there are people around!We live in one of the safer cities in South Africa, but when you hear of things like this you wonder?
It is very sad when stuff like this happens (or any attacks), it is sad when the last question your husband or boyfriend asks you when you go out running or cycling is if you have your pepper spray with you, it is very sad when pepper spray is a “great” birthday gift!But what good would the pepper spray actually do, are we just lulling ourselves into a false sense of security.I mean the story about crime in the local paper today – 3 security guards attacked and seriously injured!
Ok, once I got started on the Blog Action Day post I thought of something else that has really been bugging me lately.I was going to put it on the same post, but thought it would get too long.
I have been looking around and have seen so many street children.And I know that I am only seeing the tip of the iceberg here.There are so many more out there, in areas that I don’t visit, in the other cities and in little towns all across our country.Then there are also the kids from child headed households.There are the kids who are at home looking after their dying parents.
What happens in the future?What opportunities will these kids have when they grown up?They will have no schooling, no education, no moral guidance.At the moment they are begging for money.But what about later?People will stop giving when they no longer feel pity, when they are no longer children but just another beggar.They will have no hope of getting a job or any means of an income.Most of them will have no access to their records or any hope of getting an ID Book and therefore no access to social welfare or grants of any nature.They system will have failed these children.
This scares me!!!How would you feel if you were in this situation?I would feel cross.I think we are breeding a future population of very angry people.People who have had no guidance in what is right and what is wrong.People who see you with your mobile phone, your wallet with money in it, your fancy car, your house with a TV and an abundance of food?Why should they feel any compassion for you?We wonder why the value on life is so low in this country.If you had lived on the streets and fought for every scrap you had would you value life?
I feel the crime rate, and the rate of violent crime in this country is just going to get worse!What can we do about it?That I don’t know, but I do know that if we don’t do something soon we are all going to drown in it.