You have the right to disagree. But Brazilian fans are the most exotic of them all. With their beautiful girls, samba displays and side attractions, they literally lit up Ellis Park stadium in Johannesburg before and after Brazil’s match against Chile on Monday, June 28 for a place in the 2010 World Cup quarter finals. The match itself was full of fireworks and poor Chile, they were no match for the samba rhythms of the night. 3-0 for Dunga’s men and it’s up and away to face the Orange men of Netherlands.
However, a robbery incident almost an hour after the match almost marred a perfect night for the fans and media persons who braced the cold to watch the game at Ellis Park. It happened in one of the media shuttles as it was waiting to depart. An American photojournalist discovered that his hefty bag containing his expensive camera, photography equipment and laptops was missing. It was a wrenching sight to see a middle aged man looking so devastated. I and some other guys from the shuttle tried to calm him down as he frantically searched the bus and around it for his equipment worth nothing less than $50,000 or more. “They f....king took my bag!” he wailed. The commotion around the shuttle attracted departing fans from the stadium, and then the Johannesburg police. While the police asked questions, the American lay crumbled on the floor looking absolutely gutted. “All my work in this tournament is gone, everything!” he said painfully. Two weeks of painstaking work taking exclusive pictures and preparing reports. If you’re a journalist, you would understand his pain. Because of the incident, the bus was delayed for about 25 minutes or so.
According to the American, while the bag was beside him in the bus, he noticed someone knocking on the window to get his attention. And in that few seconds of distraction, he lost sight of his bag and it was gone. A couple of persons said that they saw someone passing a bag from the window some minutes ago. One of the South Africans said he noticed it was a white man and thought maybe he was just one of the media persons in the bus, so didn’t think it strange. Another man said it must have been two people, one working from the outside and another for the inside, But nobody knew for sure who took the bag. The general view was that the thieves may have been trailing his movement for days before to have pulled such a fast one. Since the robbery incident involving some Spanish and Portuguese journalists days before the World Cup kicked off, there has not been any major incident of crime during this tournament. Or maybe, FIFA and the South African media have been able to hush most of it.
“This is Johannesburg, man. Where are you gonna find the guys who stole it?” one Ugandan journalist asked no one in particular. Sure, with its frequent crime rates and size, combing the city for the thieves would be an arduous task for the World Cup police. Seeing the way I showed concern about the American’s plight, one of the policemen asked if I would accompany him to make an official complaint of the incident so that swift investigation would begin. The American gratefully said I shouldn’t bother because the bus driver was already blaring his horn for me to join them. Later in the bus, I found out the reason why the Ugandan was sceptical about the police recovering the American’s bag. Some few days ago, he also was robbed off some items just around the street by his hotel lodge. And he suspected the cab driver he frequently used may have given the thieves some tips about his movements. “How come, they knew I was returning at that exact time? Then, I always brought out my money from that small bag whenever I want to pay the cab driver,” he said. He ended up losing two phones, four hundred rands and his accreditation badge. To get another one, he had to pay 1,500 rands. FIFA rules. Interestingly, when he reported it to the police, they told him he was lucky that it was not at gun point (or knife-point).
With the alertness of a mother hen watching over her chicks, I clutched ever more tightly to my laptop bag as we drove the way back to the hotel. It was almost 1 am in the morning. Father, I am covered. Into your hands, I commit my life, laptop and other essentials, I prayed silently as we took the next taxi home.
Welcome to the other side of South Africa 2010. I believe everything would stay just Ayoba: Perfect.







