Two nights ago, we had a break in robbery and it's one of the most terrifying things I'd ever witnessed. Seeing two strange men in your room when all is dark definitely should incite some sort of terror in you. When they told me to not scream, pointing something at me it really was the worst, I tell you. With everything going on in my country, my first thought was 'do not tell me I'm going to be just another statistic of this crime'. I was terrified. Then I heard my dad screaming out, I didn't care for anything anymore as I thought if he was safe. I ran out my room, despite them trying to hold me back and saw my dad struggling with another one of them.
It's really an experience I never want to pass through again. Luckily no one was hurt because they ran away due to the ruckus.
The life and safety of my family, I would take anytime over my 3 stolen phones and ATM cards (by some miracle, they left my iPad, which I'm using rn).
It's been tiring, I've been running around trying to rectify things; freeze my accounts, retrieve my lost SIM cards and tomorrow I'm going to the court to swear an affidavit so I can get back my main SIM since I lost the pack (it's been about 7 years since I first got it)
All in all, I'm grateful to God. It really could've been worse, but I'm safe, my mum's safe, my dad's safe.
The things stolen are things that can be replaced and even though it's a bit of a hassle and giving some difficulties, I rather lose them than something else entirely.