I want to break free
Besides the general oddness of the moment, the idea of Sandton being bombed to smithereens somewhat conflicts with one’s picture of Rivonia Road on a busy day carrying on as normal with a few hundred cars traveling in either direction not really hassling anybody.
I don’t want to be a victim of news rollout, a scaredy cat glued to the TV in case somebody does something shocking in my neighborhood. Oftentimes I blank out bad news. People begin to think you are like a super capitalist living in your own Mean Time, or a sardonic anarchist with hidden agendas when they say have you heard…? and you say no.
You don’t have to be the local newsreader, it makes one look like the town gossip. So I mind my own business, and if that irks terrorists so be it. The idea of a secluded life is not a political decision. Dogs live secluded lives and still they bark. They demand. Every creature seems to have an owner, and every owner seems to have a leash and a disciplinary tactic.
The idea of breaking free is to allow everyone to break free. Then heartbreak will be your own issue, and you may feel great relief when you realise that you only have yourself to blame.