He was jolted out of sleep by the shouts: “Thieves! Ewi oo!” He rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a pestle. Ready to face the thieves. He was sure the thieves were no other than those squatters who live few metres away.
“Do they feel teased by the mansions and cars we own? They sleep soundly at night. We live with the illusion of security. They have no need for high walls, razor wires, electric fences, burglar-proof windows and doors, guards, and weapons. We, on the other hand, live as prisoners-cum-guards in our own homes,” he wondered.