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Protected: It’s heavy…and I am tired

18 July , 2021

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Find your voice my pink terrorist

29 May , 2021

I can’t actually believe we’ve been dealing with this shit AGAIN.

For moooooonths now Nicola has been at the mercy (or believed herself to be so) of a bully. This kid was previously a friend, and wormed his way into her close circle…only to have her repeatedly booted out. The first time was when he was targeting one of the other girls and she stood up to him. Suddenly they all turned on her, even the one who was in trouble before.

He would then take great delight in passing her on the playground sitting alone, and mock her for not having any friends and apparently being a socially awkward freak who reads and only has books for friends.

I can’t tell you how many tears I’ve shouldered from my kind hearted and faultlessly loyal kid over this. I have very much dreamt in high definition of facing this little snot nose myself, but I can’t. Firstly, it wouldn’t be a fair fight. And secondly, if Nicola doesn’t learn how to show some teeth, he will just be replaced by the next bully in short order.

So Thursday night we had the chat again. I told her, stop letting this little shit push you around. Tell him you don’t take orders from him and if he can’t stand being around you, then he should leave. Andy told her to knock his teeth out (boys sometimes have a much simpler way of dealing with things haha). Anyway, we both agreed that she should do what feels appropriate to her, and if there’s consequences we’ll back her 100%, but she needed to do something.

And she did! 😁 She told him he was a sniveling little bitch who couldn’t do anything for himself, and he was free to fuck off for all she cared, but she wasn’t going to dance to his tune any more.

I would have maybe gone with a different wording, but I fully endorse the sentiment. She said he wound his neck in quickly after that…long may it last. Peace has been restored to the land.

This is an extremely difficult age, when everyone is flexing whatever power they think they’re growing into. In my opinion this is especially hard for girls, they are all going through a process of finding their inner bitch. Part of growing up I guess, definitely much harder to see someone go through it without being able to help, than going through it yourself.

Also, a gift. In hard times, which are inevitable, you really get to see who’s in your corner. Fair weather friends versus your actual tribe. Not fun, but definitely valuable.

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Too close (again)

21 February , 2021

I swear there are good things happening too, and by hook or by crook I think my next post needs to be a bit sunny side up for a change…

So our Martha, who has been working here for about 10 years, needed to get home in a hurry last week. Her daughter went missing. If it was any other kid, you might be tempted to think it was a case of when the cat’s away the mice will play, but definitely not Perseverance.

Her mom couldn’t have named her better if she met her before birth. This girl is a HARD worker. She earned a scholarship for high school based on her academic performance, and she was due to start there in the boarding school two days after she went missing. She had been packing and repacking her bag and she was extremely excited to start her new adventure!

And then she disappeared.

It’s a six hour journey for her mom to get home, and she was still two hours away when she let us know Perseverance had been found…and something not to be taken for granted here…she was still alive!

There are a lot of detail that followed as the story unfolded, but the long and short of it is more or less:

– Four girls were walking together when they got snatched, two got away somehow
– The other two were taken to a house by 3 men and a woman, where they were drugged
– These thugs had a name list of girls they were meant to get, and before the girls lost consciousness they heard them fighting because they were apparently too young for the list (13 instead of 17)

– The woman then pretended to find them unconscious in a field and took them to the police station, who in turn took them to a local doctor
– They took daaays before they were fully awake again, they can’t stop crying and are both receiving trauma counseling

– The culprits have been caught, and the woman apparently feels it’s a bit unfair that she is being held since the girls were returned after all. Wow! Really?!

– Oh, and she managed to shake the parents down for R3000 medical expenses that she apparently put through on her medical aid somehow…mmm, I feel like there might be more details that will come to light here? 🤔

– The female officer taking Perseverance’s statement said to her, “You are so cute! If you were younger I would have stolen you myself!”. I mean, there is NO appropriate time to say something like that, but I think this might have been the LEAST appropriate time of all. What the actual fuck.

Martha looks like she’s aged 10 years in a week, and Perseverance will start school tomorrow and continue to receive councelling through the social worker. She hasn’t lost a week though, she’s lost her innocence and confidence, and the sparkle in her eyes. And that is really a lot harder to get back than a week of school work.

One moment can really change everything…

If there is any justice in this world, those assholes will never see freedom again. If they do get out and go back to that area somehow, there is a lynch mob waiting for them…and honestly, I don’t blame them one little bit.

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Protected: A tiny wallow

12 February , 2021

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Roughed up

10 January , 2021

I can’t sleep. It’s been quite an evening, and my stomach is in knots.

My father in law phoned us to ask for help. His space cadette neighbour beat him up and kicked him all over the kitchen. This wasn’t the first time. So you can imagine, my husband was seeing red by the time we got there. I actually went with the exclusive purpose of trying to keep him calm and if possible wrapping this up before curfew.

Long story short…we called the police and nothing happened. The guy knows them. They said my FIL must go to the doctor tomorrow, and only after that he can lay a charge. And then they left. Okay bye old man who was just allegedly brutally assaulted and WannaBe-Viking neighbour who’s clearly as high as a kite and allegedly aggro to boot. May the force be with you…but not the actual police force. Clearly assault gets taken very “seriously” around here, what an absolute tragedy/travesty.

This muppet was on his best behaviour while they were there, and the moment they left he became quite threatening to all of us. It was obvious that he recons he’s untouchable, and even though he called us all sorts of names (really, all sorts) I went with my gut feel that I was the only one there he didn’t actually reeeeally want to hit. I think being a woman gave me a bit of an advantage there…he was obviously squaring up for a fight, but he wanted to hit or be hit by one of the men. Hard to not look like a shit when you hit a woman. Although beating up an old man is not much better, and that didn’t seem to bug him.

(But guy, you don’t know me, I’m not a classical damsel in distress. I CAN defend myself, and if you lay as much as a finger on me, I’d actually be the least of your worries and I’m pretty fierce even on my own.)

So I kept stepping in between him and my husband and FIL and telling him to back off. I’d say the last five minutes it could have gone either way, he was getting more aggressive and frustrated by the minute. I can speculate why, but so be it. We weren’t giving him what he wanted (I’m taking credit for this restraint by the way, everyone was keen to rumble. Side note: If I am ever the voice of reason, things are really not looking great). What we did do however was take a video of him threatening us all, haha…we’ll see how untouchable you are tomorrow, punk.

We couldn’t leave Andy’s dad there obviously, so we took him with us and made it home with minutes to spare before curfew. Tomorrow we’ll take him for the medical exam and to open a case. And very likely at a different police station that the one where the neighbour seems to know everyone. He’s not untouchable, despite what he seems to think.

And tomorrow we’ll also start arranging for Andy’s dad to go to Germany too. Whether he wants to or not. Too often we hear from him that he’s been mugged, or run over by a car or assaulted by this neighbour, or fell in an open manhole. It never ends, and I for one have had it now. He’s got family there and they’re all begging him to come live with them, but for some reason he wants to wait till we go and come to us. Andy and his dad are only barely on speaking terms as it is, and after almost three years together he still calls me sweetie cause he doesn’t know my name. Andy made it very clear that’s not happening. Ever. So he needs to take the options available to him and go somewhere where it’s safer for him.

I’m emotionally exhausted after this whole Jerry Springer-ish drama, but simultaneously so pumped with adrenaline that I can’t actually sleep. So I’m replaying events over and over in my head, and drowning my sorrows in numerous cups of Rooibos.

What. A. Day.