Its 5:30am…. I am in tears, my phones and laptops are gone and my house door is wide open. Is it a dream? It must be a dream, one that I will wake up from calling Jesus as I tend to do most times. But it is not a dream, its reality, I have been robbed! Wait it must be a prank, Mr. must be playing one of those pranks he tends to pull on me. No! Mr. is not pranking me, he is also looking at me with questioning eyes of ‘you didn’t, did you? Did finally get one passed me?’ We were robbed at around 3 am on Thursday…
