During my New Year trip to Thailand this year, and visiting three Sacred Sites within the first two days of being there, I made the decision to return to the New Apostolic Church and affirm my faith and belief in God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit. I made the commitment to also consecrate the affirmation by again being Baptised. I needed to cleanse my Spirit and Soul, and bare public witness to the new clean slate that I undertook to live in God's presence. Having endured the trauma of the previous year and the demonic attack I suffered, it was the proof I needed of the power of my Soul, and the existence of forces hell bent on destroying it. Being a son of love, it strengthened my resolve that the battle for love is real, and as a warrior of God, I needed to join His ranks and take up the fight for His children.
I had my Baptism two weeks ago on 3 June. The Holy Water on my forehead had barely dried and the demonic attacks began again in earnest. Within a week I had lost a long standing client, which put me in a financially compromising position. I received a bill from my telephone company which was double my normal monthly bill, exacerbating my financial position, and to top the week off my scooter broke down. Yes, you read that right. I ride a scooter to and from work. It goes on the smell of a fuel rag, and I don't have a monthly excessive hire purchase repayment for a car. I've owned a superbike, 4x4, cabriolet and various coupes in my life, but the scooter is by far the most fun I've had with a vehicle.
On my way home last Friday a week ago, the bloody thing ran out of power. I don't live too far from work, so decided to push it home. It was lunch time and a brisk winters day, so I was thankful it happened during the day and not at night. Quite close to home a guy on another bike stopped next to me to inquire as to what was wrong and offered his assistance to fix the scooter. I thought it was a stroke of luck, and agreed to his quote in getting the scooter up and running again. He pitched at my house an hour later as agreed and proceeded to get on with the job at hand.
So Frank the mechanic seemed to know what he was doing, although as with all problems, it was not as quick a solution as he had originally made it out to be. I knew he had under quoted, but was still hoping for it to be fixed on the cheap. Cut a long story short, he worked on it at my place on the Saturday and Sunday, but was nowhere near getting it fixed. So he told me Sunday afternoon, he needed to take it to a friends workshop down the road and fix it there. I was so frustrated with things in my life that out of exasperation I agreed, and as I have another scooter, I told him to take the other one too, as it also needed repair. So Frank and a friend of his left my home on Sunday afternoon last week with both of my scooters.
I called Frank on Monday and Tuesday this week and he'd answered his cell on both days. He had told me that I would have the scooters back the Wednesday and I was unconcerned. Wednesday came and his phone was off. All calls went straight to voicemail. That's when it dawned on me that I did not have the address of the workshop he had taken them to, nor did I have his home address. I had been so preoccupied and stressed the weekend, that in my absentmindedness I did not get relevant information from him. The cold hard truth that he'd stolen the scooters under pretense hit home. Frank was a tstotsi!!!! (Tstosi in South Africa is a criminal, hoodlum etc.) To say I was fucked off with myself for being so fucking stupid is an understatement. I resigned myself to the fact that I would never see my scooters again, and that I would have to make a plan to buy another asap. Yet again, I would learn a valuable expensive lesson in that I trust too easily, and cheap is as cheap does.
Wednesday afternoon I still had no word from Frank so I decided I would need to report them stolen to the police. When Frank took the scooters he'd told me he was taking them to the car wash across the road, so on my way to the police station, I thought I'd pop past the car wash and see if anyone saw in which direction they went, or if anyone would even remember them. The guys at the car wash could not or would not say anything. I tried at the petrol garage on the same lot, and mercifully one guy remembered the pair. The attendant who remembered, told me that the guys came by regularly and I asked him to call me as soon as he saw them, and I offered him a cash reward for any information that led to me recovering the scooters. I left and never gave it another thought. I got to the police station late Wednesday afternoon, and was told to rather return the following morning when all staff would be present. This is how things work in Africa.
I went to work on Thursday morning not in the best of moods. It was cold and I was fucking miserable. By 10am there was still no word from Frank, and his cell was still going directly to voicemail. I arrived at the police station at around 10:30am and opened a case of theft. While I was giving my affidavit, my cell rang. It was the petrol attendant and he told me the guys I were looking for were around. I told him I'd finish with the docket and be there as soon as I could. On my way to the petrol station I received confirmation of the case I had just opened at the police station via SMS. I got to the petrol station and the petrol attendant pointed out a truck which Frank and his friend had loaded my scooters onto. I walked up to the driver and asked him about the incident and if he remembered anything. To my relief and complete surprise, he remembered everything and even knew the address he took them to. I offered him a substantial reward if he took me to the address and helped me recover my stolen property. He agreed and so the hunt was on. I climbed into the truck and we headed into the centre of Johannesburg.
He took me straight to the apartment building he dropped Frank and my scooters off at on the Sunday they had taken them. I entered the secure apartment building and inquired with the security guards if they remembered anything. As with all informants, information is only given if something is to be gained. Money it seems gets anyone to sing like a canary, and it was confirmed that indeed my scooters were on the property. Unfortunately the security guard told me I would need police presence to recover my stolen goods. I had a friend at the police station where I reported the crime who I promptly called for help, and he suggested I call the Flying Squad(our equivalent of 911). I was waiting outside the building for the police response and saw another police van a block away, so I decided to get their attention as they were closer. They returned with me, but as the call had already gone out to the Flying Squad they waited with me for them to arrive, which they did within 20 minutes. In Africa, 20 minutes response time is almost the speed of light, so I was floored by how quickly they responded.
I walked back into Frank's apartment building with six police officers behind me in full response kit - bullet proof vests and assault rifles! The poor security guard stood no chance of denying entry, and as I had been provided a valid case number the police were legally entitled to enter. The security guard led us down to the parking basement, where low and behold there were my two scooters. I could positively identify them as I had the registration papers for them on me. The police attached them and called for a tow truck to secure them in the police impound. I had gotten my fucking scooters back!!! Living in South Africa, getting anything stolen back is a miracle. Vehicles are stripped and gone faster than you can blink. Even the police officers present where shocked that I had managed to track down and locate them.
I can only attribute my success in their recovery to the power of God being demonstrated in my life. The firm belief that no negative energy formed against me will prosper was proven true. I now have gnosis that God has it handled and I have trust in His timing and protection. Through all the tests Ive been through, God has strengthened me. My fighting spirit endures because of Him...and because of Him I live in hope and love. I pray that Gods fortune keeps smiling on me and that as it does, I share His power with you.
God Bless us All!
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