A few nights ago, we had another break in attempt.
Rich and I bolted out of bed to the sound of a guard's whistle frantically blowing and then several voices yelling in Wolof.
I wish I had the ability to properly describe the feeling of what it is like to go from sleeping deeply, to running down the hall as fast as you can, armed with mace, a siren, a hockey stick, and telephone to Laird and Dylan's room. Words you don't understand are being shouted from every direction and echoing throughout the house.
Was the robber inside the house? Was he on the balcony? On the roof? WHERE? Are my children okay?
I am trying to make peace with the evenings events by looking at it as though it were a success on our part. We learned A LOT from our last robbery. We made a lot of interior and exterior changes, as well as stepping up security from 1 guard to 4. Our team of guards did a great job.
Needless to say, the robber climbed a wall to gain access to our property and attempted to climb a nearby mango tree to gain access to the balcony. A guard saw the robber, blew his whistle to wake us, as well as to alert other guards to come lend a hand. Guards threw rocks at the robber and chased him away.
**Note: As I was writing this entry, the doorbell rang. 40 meters of barbed wire will be installed next week.
2 times in 7 months. Not very good stats, if you ask me.
But, we are ready. We will not get sloppy. We will check and recheck every door and window every night. This last attempt was a reminder to stay on our toes.