On Sunday, 13 June this year I feel a part of me died.
I was held at gun point, kidnapped for 4-5 hours and robbed of my money. I wasn’t asking for it. I wasn’t being careless, I wasn’t caught off guard or at an unsafe place and area. That day unfortunately was marked as my day.
To cut the story I ran & sped off back home. My loved ones helped me.
There is a piece of me that died that day. I don’t trust myself, I am triggered and on edge.
God decided that it wasn’t my day. But I feel that I lost a part of me and every other day it hits me. It hurts💔
At 11am I went grocery shopping at the P*cknP*ya in Montana. I parked my car right in front of the entrance. There were people and cars. It was in the morning on a Sunday. A busy Sunday. I parked and replied to my last texts while in the car because “it’s not safe to hold your…
phone in your hands while at the shops”.
I hear my back passenger door opening and in innocence I think “shame this gentleman is opening the wrong car door thinking it’s his”. When he was inside and our eyes locked, I knew immediately what was about to happen. My heart sunk💔
In an attempt to open my door, I was met with a car guard wearing his uniform standing by my door with his body weight to make sure I don’t open the door. With a gun I was hit by the head and asked to drive. It was really happening to me?! Driving out two more men were picked up.
One of the people called and said “re feditse, fetsang ka motho o, Mo timeng”. My tears rushed out of me with no control and it made me hysterical. How would my parents ever find my body? When? I was going to be missing. They’d never find me is all I kept thinking.
At that point I had failed myself. My survival instinct could kick in. Very frequently being reminded by the piercing coldness on the metal behind neck. Looking back I could have done so many things. But I failed myself.
I pleased for my life. I asked and begged to walk out.
but I fought. I managed to get out and I ran on to oncoming traffic. I didn’t care if I got shot. There would be enough witnesses. It wouldn’t be a mystery case. Cars stopped in confusion and I tried catching my breath. Looking far back the car stood there with the drivers door
I was dying anyway. So I fought. It felt like I was doing nothing because I felt NOTHING. But the scratches, bruises and aches the following day indicated otherwise. I fought them, they hit me, the grabbed me, they pushed me,there is nowhere where they didn’t grab me to keep me
Another vehicle came and picked up my bank cards. All my bank cards. I was left behind with two men. One smelling of a strong cigarette scent. He was smoking in the car too. With scars on his face. Telling me how beautiful I am. What a shame it was that it would end like this
They withdrew all my money, personal accounts, business accounts, saving accounts. I had my phone and I had to keep increasing my limit. If they could t withdraw it anymore they were swiping it. Transactions were happening from different areas.
I said they could have everything. Just let me out the car and you can drive off. But the more I pleaded the more intense the threats and manhandling became. I drove to a road that had fields on both sides. With just enough cars passing every once and a while.
open and dramatic movement in the field of the two men running deeper and deeper into it. But I felt like my mind was playing games with me. How were they running away without the car?! Realising where I am I got scared and I ran back to my car.
Opened my car wash while it was only 65% done, (because support black business and create jobs for them 🙃) but we have been selling out day after day, hosted 3 major events in just 2 weeks of operating.
When I say “laying it in God’s hands” carried me is an understatement!