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South Africa is a well-developed African country grappling with poverty, creating a desperate environment where prostitution, carjackings, robberies, home invasions, and jewelry heists are sadly prevalent. Frequently, after a robbery, the armed assailant chooses whether to spare or kill the victim. It’s alleged that in many cases, they kill the victim. This unsettling reality prompts a necessary inquiry: Is there a focused campaign of violence and murder against White South Africans (the wealthier demographic), or is the staggering murder rate merely indicative of a society in peril? Before expressing my first-hand viewpoint, I want to share some personal insights about my spending habits and lifestyle. To give a better understanding of my perspective.
My first twenty-one years (on this earth) were a tumultuous journey (child abandonment, abuse, war, etc.). While some may focus on my earlier financial difficulties, they often ignore the context of my teenage years as a refugee. Back then, my monthly stipend of about one hundred dollars (more than the monthly earnings of eighty percent of adult wages) stood out against widespread hardship. By age twenty-six, I had saved my first few hundred thousand. By forty, my financial path had reached a point of no return. Nonetheless, my modest beginnings taught me to avoid extravagant spending on unnecessary items like ultra-expensive clothing, luxury cars, and jewelry. I’m saying all this about the possibility of getting robbed at gunpoint in South Africa.
For example, my current collection of watches includes my all-time favorites – Diesel and Paul Rich brands. Men’s Health magazine used to advertise Diesel watches back in my day. For special occasions, I rock my LOUIS XVI watch. Generally, my budget is a thousand dollars for a watch. But… I might spend up to twelve hundred dollars on a pair of Jordans. I would never exceed three thousand dollars regarding chains, bracelets, or rings (unless I was investing in a masterpiece, which I would not be wearing). My most extravagant purchases have always been for my loved ones. Yep, I’d give my girlfriend a truck while taking the train. As for transportation, I’m currently focused on climate change and renewable energy, leading me to seek an electric vehicle.
Therefore, I’ve been leaning towards taking an Uber to the train station lately. I avoid cars that draw too much attention since I enjoy blending in with the crowd, which can worry my loved ones, especially in South Africa. This country ranks among my favorite destinations globally. I also adore Zimbabwe, Kenya, Botswana, Tanzania, Angola, and Namibia. Upon receiving the opportunity to visit that wonderful country, I was so impressed that I did what I usually do in a new city: I tasted the local cuisine and explored real estate options. I spent time in Camp’s Bay researching flats. Then I ventured to the lounges and nightclubs at night to experience the nightlife. That probably sounds like I always go out, but it’s far from the truth. You will find me at my home.
While I’m a writer, my true passion lies in music. Thus, I’m perpetually in party mode. That means I’m always looking for an excellent DJ. You will find me in South Africa in Cape Town, Johannesburg, or Pretoria. My main activity was selecting real estate in these cities, allowing me to plant my roots and engage in their nightlife, which to me means making new friends, dining, visiting museums and historical monuments, drinking, dancing the night away, and of course, a couple of threesomes after the afterparty. Alright, I was joking. I meant a foursome… Nah? You all know I’m a one-woman man, so stop tripping… That Hennessey dick makes the ladies want to marry me tho… If that didn’t make you laugh, maybe you should try tickling yourself.
Anyway, I consider myself a moderate spender. I spend most of my time at home writing or publishing, and when I do go out, my outfits usually cost between a thousand and three thousand dollars. Since I’ve owned most of my clothes, sneakers, and jewelry for several years and wear them often, the actual cost could be significantly lower if you adjust for depreciation. Therefore, I wouldn’t mind parting with my wallet, which rarely holds more than five hundred dollars in cash, or my LOUIS XVI or Diesel watch. Honestly, he could take the Jordans and the Tesla if he wanted. Grab the hat and the sunglasses too. But I doubt it would make a difference. So, what’s the situation in South Africa with these murderous robbers and White South Africans?
During my first visit, I thought I’d stumbled into a paradise. I thought Cape Town was heavenly until I reached Johannesburg, making it difficult to choose between them. Then there was Pretoria. However, I did notice some issues like how everyone were almost shitting themselves when they took me to see Nelson Mandela’s museum in Soweto. There were numerous instances of passive racism. For example, some white people I drank with at a lounge kept calling me “darkie.” Excited about our friendship, one guy invited me to his family‘s ranch up north for treasure hunting and remarked, “Check out the darkie’s watch!” He alluded to how the sapphire crystals and lab-grown diamonds on my scratch-resistant LOUIS XVI Majesté sparkled under the disco lights.
On another occasion, I tipped a bathroom stall attendant (a black dude) 200 rands, and he hugged me for five minutes. The guy would not stop saying thank you. There was a White chick I met (a complete smoke show) who would practice shooting at tomato cans and beer bottles with her nine-millimeter pistol. Looked like she was getting ready to defend herself from a zombie apocalypse. Yo, put that gun down and come take the edge off this Hennessy you-know-what! A darkie’s got a beast right now… Nah? People seem to think they are doing poorly. …Anywho, after my third shot of Hennessy, the Amapiano music became irresistible, and I didn’t mind. I kept on doing my Freddy Will tee tizzul, handling my candle and jellying till their eyes started welling.
