It is January 25th, 2011. My bus arrives in the
mother city and everything looks just as it is on the catalogue. It is
official, I have arrived at my destination and I have 6 hours to register,
check in at the newly built student residence.
Once registration was complete, I took a look at my watch and
it was 15:20, there was no time to waste. I was left with 40 minutes to
check-in, and I had to make it fast. With no time for taking a breath I dragged
my bag across the campus, trying to keep up with time.
When I got to there I found a long line. This is where I met
the Stranger whom I made a friend, later he became my best friend then turned
into the enemy. He became the biggest mistake I have ever done. He was born in
the Eastern Cape and grew up in the dusty streets of Strandfontein in the
Western Cape. Just like everybody else he had a dream to become something, with
that goal in common we stood in line and an hour later we found ourselves in
front. I had received a single room since I was a post graduate student, and he
shared with three others. Much later, I made the effort to make him my friend
and trust him with my whole life and possessions even though I had just known
him for a month, and that was the biggest mistake I ever did.
During our friendship, I would give him the keys to my room
and he would do with it as he pleases, “as long as it is tidy, and nothing gets
lost, I do not mind” I would usually say. He saw an opportunity and grabbed it
with both hands. It started with the habit of wearing my slippers, and then he
would wear my sweaters in cold or windy days. In a few weeks from then it had
developed progressively, I would bump into him in campus and his whole outfit
would consist of my clothes. I started to realise that he had been taking some
of my possessions home with him and he would not return with them. At this
stage, he had moved out of ress, he had been living at home due to Academic
exclusion. I tried to get him to return my possessions but he came up with
excuses every time, it is then when I realised that I had been robbed.
I blogged about the incident, thinking that he will realise
that if he goes on, his reputation will be damaged and when I didn't achieve
the desired results, I took it to the police and the small claims court. I
finally got my things after raiding at his home with the police. As I collected
my belongings, accompanied by his worst enemy, I looked at his ashamed face and
the four roomed RDP house and felt some kind of shame and regret. I then took
what was mine, walked out, and never looked back.