Friday, May the 30th, 2014 my father was off work and had offered to take me to school so that my mother did not need to leave the house so early (my mom’s aunt slept over the night before as she wanted to see her mom, who was in hospital).
In the end we left the house at around 06:55, compared to the usual 06:35, with my school bag on the back and my laptop bag next to me inside the vehicle. We went the usual way through Buffalo Pass and then onto Woolwash Road in Amalinda.
My father who doesn’t normally take us to school went the most direct and obvious route, whereas with my mom we would turn off into the suburb to miss the traffic at the traffic light. Everything was fine we were still relatively early. I checked my phone as a message came through at around 07:19.
We came to a stop at the Traffic lights where Woolwash Road meets Amalinda Main Road. We came to a stop and my father saw two healthy looking young men, around the age of 20 look at the vehicle. One was wearing blue and the other was wearing white (for simplicity reasons the one wearing blue, can be called “John” and the one in white can be “Tom”).
According to my father, I never saw this; they looked on the back and then looked inside the cab. I, at this point, noticed them make for the vehicle. They walked up to the passenger side door, where I was seated, and opened it. At first when I was in the situation I was expecting them to be asking for a lift, even when they opened the door at no point did I realise their true intentions.
Things started to look very wrong when John put his head right into the cab, showing me his cell phone, asking if I want it, but he would rather have mine. He then tried to grab mine but I jerked away. I cannot remember what I did with my phone at this point and apparently he or Tom then shouted, ‘Bag, Bag.’ John then grabbed my laptop bag, I still had a hold on it and my father grabbed it as well. They both got a hold and pulled the bag and my father over me and my father was lying on my lap and on the floor.
They were then kicking him in the head and hands to make him release it. I didn’t know then but my father lost consciousness for a few seconds. I jerked my hand and got the bag free. My father had a hold of John’s legs and they fell backwards onto the pavement. I at this point was still very unsure what had just happened, but when Tom looked at me and reached for my father’s phone that was on the driver’s seat, and I realised something had to happen, I punched him as hard as I could in the cheekbone.
The rest of what happened is sort of a blur, at some point Tom must have gotten my father’s phone. I then got out the car and started kicking John who my father still had a hold of and tried to hit Tom again. John then took a knife out of his pocket and attempted to stab my father in the gut.
If it had not caught on his shirt it would not have just been a slight graze. I then noticed that Tom was getting anxious and I shouted to my father to let John go, I don’t think he heard me, but he did let him go and the two of them run as fast as they could down the road. I could see that he had taken a bad beating to his face and his shirt was full of blood.
He apparently asked where all the blood had come from, I never heard this but it shows how badly he was hit. My father got up and asked if I was okay, I answered in the positive. We got in the Bakkie and started driving; the cars around us had already started manoeuvring to get going.
We drove and only when we had past the traffic light did I feel that my shoulder was hurt, this is when it started to get seriously painful I stuck my hand under my Jacket, jersey and shirt and felt blood. My dad stopped across the road from Crewe Primary School and I took my shirt off and could now see that I had been stabbed pretty badly. We searched for my father’s phone and realised they had taken it.
At 07:21 I called my mother and gave the phone to my father who told my mom of the situation and she ordered us to come straight to her at, Cambridge Primary School, where she works. When we got there she cleaned up my father’s face, she didn’t want to touch my wound in case it was more serious then it looked. We, including Aunty Rosemary, went straight to Medicross.
After a while of sitting in the treatment room talking to the occasional nurse the doctor entered, took one look at my back and said that this could be very bad. He informed us that my scapular was in the way of it hitting the lung, but if it was any higher it would have hit the lung and any more to the left I would have died as it would have hit the artery. He preceded to stich me and put a drain in the wound to drain the blood to prevent it from clotting inside.
I got X-rays of my hand, to make sure it wasn’t chipped or broken and of my chest to see if there was any air between the lung and chest cavity. We went back to Cambridge and bought a shirt from Kingons and my father took me to school. I walked into class at 10:30.