The Fear of the

This writing is about a robbery that almost occured, and to some extent did take place.And I attemp to discuss what fear is according to the way I exerienced it on that day.

Every city has the good and the bad news of its own. And that is comouflaged by the beauty and wealth of each City you visit. As a South African I know a lot about my country and all that takes place in my home City Durban. But I have come to realise that knowing and not experiencing or experimenting is not good on its own. And this leds me to know that fear of something is a very serious issues, but it is better to first experience and later have fear.

One cold night just when the sun had set, during the month of August 2014 I experienced what it is like to be in an almost hostile situation. You would not suspect that people can actually do wrong in from of a church building (a Christian church) or any other place of worship, until it does happen. And if we were to take the philophical route, I could extend on to question the power or validity of morals and values, and whether it is more associated to culture or it is something that one learns. And we could also look at whether or not it is taught. But the main purpose of this essay is to discuss the fear that was instilled in me when 10 men who appear to be street kids confronted I and a friend I was with.

Just when we were cmfortable and still waiting for one of our friends to come, so that we could hand him the R100 which he needed. The place of worshiping the Lord of good doings, the 10 men just cought us by surprise and surrounded the both of us. And immediately I placed my left hand on my Blackberry 9810 Torch. I knew that's the moment they saw the size of my hanheld these 'Street Kids' would want to take it, so I wanted to hide it from them. Before they even uttered a word, as I liften my eyes to try and hide my fear and stare at these strangers on the face, only to realise that a knife hung on one of their neck.

And suddenly this situation just became more real. And since my attempts to run away were threatened by being told that "you can run, but I will stab you, in front of all these passing people" so I just stood still. Now the fear I had was not the fear of the knife, but that of dying.