I am so tired of the thieving thugs in the village! Bush, the Zimbawean who lived across the road some way up, came back from a long stay somewhere, and asked me again whether he could leave his bicycle and his  car with me, as he had to now go to Zimbabwe, his wife and kids, and his mother still living there.
I don't know what is wrong with Bush lately, because he had become very sloppy in his ways, and where as before he was always nicely dressed, and very clean, he now looks all done in, and tired. Gone were the days when every Sunday Bush would proudly walk up the steep road leading to the church, dressed in a purple suit, white shirt and green tye, pushing his green bicyle, as the first part of the road was very steep!  I have an idea that he has got into bad company, and maybe using drugs, but I am not sure. I have asked him, but he denied this heavely. He was so excited about the onions, and he cleared all the black wattles, that is an invader plant, and  after the land was ploughed, he was enthusiastically planting and watering. But I could see him getting less and less interested, as I had to at one stage, did all the watering and a lot of weeding.. The idea was that I gave the land and the seeds, and carry all the expenses, while he did the work, and we then share the profits.
So I told him that he could put his bicycle in Jan's store room that is now empty. It is hard for him, because he has to leave all his stuff with me, even his car, as they once stole his shock absorbers from underneath the car. Strange that he would only leave his things in the care of me or Jan, and not with any of his friends!
Anyway, Danny's big kids were playing ball in the street when Bush brought the bicycle over, and they could see where he was taking it. The next morning, as I usually do, I walked around Jan's house to see if all was well, and found the bathroom window broken, and open. I have phoned the police about five times already, as somebody kept on breaking the windows, and climbed into the house. There was still a few odds and ends inside, and I found one of Jan's garden tools lying outside the window, as if someone had dropped it there. On seeing this, a cold shiver ran up and down my spine, as the thought of Bush's bicycle sprang to mind.
I almost ran to the store room, and I must say, I wasn't even surprised to find it gone! The police came, hmm and ha-d, and drove off to catch up on the sleep they lost while out on this call. Must say, I was surprised that they even came, as usually I have to phone to Uniondale, thirty kilometers away if I needed the law. Our station do not even answer their phones most of the time.
I wished fervently for my new neigbour to hurry up and move in, so that she could look after her own house!