I hope you have had a great 2019 so far and that you are working more on yourself this year. Learn to talk to yourself, know when to be tough on yourself but most of all know when to be gentle, have self-conversations that encourage you.
Today, the 4th of March 2019, I turn 30 and I have God to thank for bringing me this far. I look forward to live the next years intentionally. So far, my life has been nothing short of dramatic, good, bad and ugly drama. We could shoot an award-winning movie because God has been so real in my life. Today, I want to talk about the difficult 3 weeks I’ve had leading to this day.
I am not a typical 8am-5pm employee, those who know me well call me a workaholic but really, I go the extra mile to ensure what I produce is to the best of my abilities. Excellence is one of the values I uphold and it is important to me to produce exceptional results. Anyway, before the 11th of February, I would leave the office when I was done with everything I had planned to do on that particular day. On the 11th of February, I stayed later than normal working hours populating a report post a discussion with my supervisor. I did so because I didn’t want to miss documenting any of the discussion points on which I would add some flesh the next morning. I then left the office to go home and usually, if it’s before 7pm I would just walk.
As I was walking, I saw these little children on the street and couldn’t help but think what they were going through or what kind of a future they’d have. It really broke my heart. A few meters on, I thought someone was following me but the street was filled with people walking to and from the CBD so I just brushed it off. This person then took another route and I sighed and thought I am in the clear. I crossed Herbert Chitepo Avenue from the Master of High Court to the side that houses Honey & Blanckenberg and Econet and I saw someone sitting there, it bothered me but I continued walking. I came around the corner into Mazowe and there was a guy walking towards me, headed towards the direction of the CBD. A few meters from the entrance to our flat, we met and boom, he hit me on my face with a brick and I fell. I covered my head and started screaming frantically because I thought this person wants to kill me. I just needed someone to hear me and come to my rescue. A couple of people drove by and in that moment, I had no idea what was really going on.
All of a sudden, there were two people surrounding me and shouting, they took my bag and the other guy hit me on my head with what seemed to be a big stone. I felt a small sting on my head and after they were gone, I got up, confused and not sure where to go since my house keys were in my bag. Some guys chased after them while the other people stayed with me asking if I was okay and all. I then realized I was bleeding and the blood was trickling down my neck from my head, that really scared me. The good Samaritans that came to assist rushed me to Parirenyatwa Hospital and they would not attend to me till I had a police report, I still do not understand that procedure but anyway we went to the police and the guy quickly did a police report for medical purposes and said we could do the rest once I had received medical attention. Long story cut short, almost two hours later, I had not even done the observations like getting my temperature and blood pressure checked. Now I get it when people complain about the terrible services offered in our public hospitals.
My family members came through then we had to go to a private medical institution. Thank you to the good Samaritans who got me to the hospital and waited for my family to come. God bless them. As the doctor shaved off my hair in preparation to stitch me up, I cried. I don’t think it was from the pain I felt but that was the only moment I had to just let it all out. I got stitched up while my family rushed to the pharmacy to get meds before the pharmacy closed. I couldn’t eat much that night, no appetite plus my entire left side was sore.
Three things I learnt from this experience:
1. Accept help
A few moments after the assault and robbery I had nothing, it’s as if I was destitute. I had no phone, no money, no bank cards, no house keys, I didn’t even know my medical aid number. The good Samaritans paid consultation fees for me at Pari and I used their phone to call my mother. My family looked after me daily, made sure I ate well, took my meds and drove me to the doctor daily for 7 days for dressing of the wound and finally getting the stitches removed. They helped me change my door locks and they were just there through it all. It was their love and kindness that helped me to keep it together.
I am writing about accepting help because I am that person who even when I need help, I won’t ask for it. Maybe you are also that kind of person, who is too independent and even when people help, you feel owe them and need to repay them yet most assist out of the goodness of their heart.
Ask for help whenever you need it.
2. Take it one day at a time
I have lost personal items to thieves before but it has never involved assault. When someone assaults you, that experience takes a piece of you with it. You lose part of you, your dignity. It’s embarrassing and people have a lot to say, as if you walked into danger willingly.
It’s been 3 weeks and I still struggle with anxiety from time to time but I have decided to take it one day at a time. In the first week after the assault, I had a lot of nightmares I even wanted to sleep less just to avoid the nightmares. Lol! First day I came back to my place, I had diarrhea, it was the anxiety. I got attacked a few meters away from my place and I thought it wouldn’t affect me much but man, anxiety is real. Doing simple house chores has become a mundane task for me, same as waking up each morning but I still do it any way. I feel extremely tired and even when I get enough rest, the fatigue doesn’t go away. I am slowly getting back to my normal self even though circumstances have forced me to be an 8am-5pm employee just so I can get home during the rush hour.
Take it one day at a time, each day may have its own challenges but it definitely does get better.
3. Never stop believing
I had so many questions, was God there, protecting me when this happened? Did He allow it to happen and for what purpose? Why did I sustain injuries when others just had their possessions grabbed from them, I mean couldn’t we have skipped the assault? This is just me being human, but not once did I feel like turning away from God. He was there, watching over me and He is good at all times.
I trusted God and continue to trust Him to work out His perfect plan for my life. As if the assault wasn’t enough, my son fell ill, the card system at my bank stopped working the week I wanted to replace my card, my VoIP phone stopped working while all other phones were working and the list goes on. There are other things that I can’t mention now but yah, people looking from outside would say “See, her life is falling apart”. At every turn, there was an obstacle, it’s as if the enemy came in like a flood. I was hard pressed on every side but God has a plan for my life and He will fight for me.
Always remember: God’s got you, don’t give up on Him and keep believing. God is good all the time and all the time God is good.
Cheer up, weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning.Let's connect on social media