Crime and perspective

Sorry I haven't updated in awhile but I am going to play the robbed card and say I just wasn't feeling like it after that whole incident. Last tuesday after spending the whole weekend in the house completely shut in and upset I forced myself to go to work and go to my neighbor Harriette's house for dinner. At the office I made it a point to put on a smiling face and act like I had a fun Easter holiday. I said I had fun relaxing which is code for I spent four days lying in bed and crying but luckily no one picked up on it. I was busy which was nice I spent my time fine tuning some repots on the site visits and sitting in on a really long staff meeting. During the staff meeting I kept myself busy by writing out the lyrics to Shirley Temple songs on my notebook which I still count as actual work its hard remembering all the words.

After work I went and relaxed for a couple minutes before I got up the strength and energy to go to Harriettes house. She didn't even remember that she invited me over but said it still was okay. She didn't have anything vegetarian so she asked if I would be okay eating bread, avocados and tomatoes for dinner. I said okay and luckily there was some rice and hummus to make it a more rounded meal, avocados, tomatoes and bread just sounds so sad and incomplete as a dinner. I told Harriette her husband Sjoerd and her two kids Qui and Skye, who are 8 and 4, all about what happened and they were really nice about it. They said a friend of there's was carjacked coming from work and then they made him withdraw the maximum amount from the ATM and then drive him around till midnight when he could withdraw more again. They even stole his passport. They lived in West Africa for many years and Kenya for one and a half and they said of all the countries they have been to Kenya is really hardcore which was comforting to know. It nice to think that I am not the only one that has had a less than pleasant experience. I heard that if you shout, "Thief, Thief!" when your robbed that many times bystanders on the street grab the robber and beat them and stone them sometimes to death. One of their nannies who stole from them and was fired was shaken one day when she came to work because someone on the matatu stole a phone and when he was caught he was dragged out and beaten. She was pretty sure that he died. He was killed because he stole a cell phone I couldnt believe it. I guess if I had to chose between having someone steal something from me and getting away or being beaten to death I would choose get away.