We’re being robbed blind – by people we know

WE USED to make the most of what we had, being homeless on the streets. And we cherished even the smallest item. It was ours. Now we have lost the sentimental side of things. People we know are robbing us blind! Life is sad. People we interact with are those who robbed us. And If they can’t rob you, they will send people to do it.

It is almost like they wanna start a fight. Doing drugs in full view of the public, urinating in sight of passers-by.

Green Market Square is the place where I have noticed “aggressive” begging like never before. And these diehard beggars are not from town. They come in early in the morning and most leave late in the afternoon.

Those infiltrating town at night are downright criminals.

They cause havoc, mostly in Long Street. And then they go back where they come from. And nobody can report any of this as we fear for our safety.

Nothing is safe or sacred. Times are so tough some guys turn “Gay4Pay” and it gets worse. Some men would send their girlfriend to go walk the streets to bring some money home.

For me, the saddest is when mothers parade their kids at traffic lights to get public sympathy and in this way cash in.

I still say these little dancers with the drums in the streets are a form of child exploitation and child labour. Certain areas are simply a no-go.

The very person I shared a Gatsby with yesterday will take whatever I have, as I am nothing but a Frans. The number on the street is dividing people into fractions. The 26, 27, 28s.

What are we to do? Where can we be safe? Where can we find a place where we can make plans to better ourselves and get off the streets?

As things are now we only think of surviving from one day to the next. There are new underground elements that have taken over after dark. Everybody hopes for the best. We are vulnerable. We are in a situation we do not want to be in. We see things that are none of our concern but we are bystanders and witnesses for them. Then you have individuals who go out of their way to provoke law enforcement, the CCID, and police.

We heed help, support, protection. We have no job opportunities. No future plans. We are a burden to the public.

They have so much money to invest in a new police station, is there no way to help us for once and for all? A little space in the sun? We’re not lazy, but without hope, goals, and choice we are but nothing.

Just the other night, around 1am we were woken up by security and told to move. It was raining. Where could we move to?

At that time of the morning! Why allow us to sleep and and then much later tell us to “move”?