Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Don’t read this if you’ve never lost a mobile phone

10 things you realize when you lose your mobile phone

A mobile phone charging booth
 I had to part ways with my mobile phone a week ago due to Nairobi matatu craze. All I knew is that I had the phone while boarding in River road, but on alighting my phone was gone.

I was escorting my cousin heading to Coast province for a work schedule.

Apart from cussing the high crime rate in the capital and your supposed carelessness, I have come to realize 10 things you learn on the loss of your phone.

You don’t have a wrist watch; and a wall clock, that is if you are still a single hustler. I realize this with the numerous times I reached in my pocket for the phone to know the time and hitting a blank.

The culmination was when I reached at the office before 7:15 to be turned away by cleaners (Since the kids were off to school I reasoned I was late for office)

You don’t know your spouse’s number; you might have exchanged steamy messages and late night flirting, and you ignored the number was just there. The category goes with your siblings, parents, friends and colleagues. A lost phone often brings rueful thoughts of lost contacts.

Prior to my ordeal I was to visit my sister and have a prospectus date the next day. Though my sister called, the date sulked for ‘shutting my phone’ on her.

So you had a radio; with a phone radio, internet and memory card with music you suddenly realize an alternative source of entertainment. For me, I had to dust and tinker with an old transistor bought in high school days till it squeaked to life.

Neighbors are the closest relatives; the occasional greetings and a genuine show of concern pays. When in trouble neighbors are the closest and first people to show concern. A little chitchat at the tap with a lady helped have a phone to receive important calls for a half a day while replacing my SIM card.

Additionally, a fellow internee in office helped me with her phone during the day.

You are still the child of the family; no matter how old you are and living in your own house, to the family you are still a child with the umbilical cord intact, to cherish and protect.

After informing my elder brother and cousin on Facebook about my predicament, a phone call through my neighbor aided everyone to pass their wishes. The thought of the family praying for you is most refreshing.

Public phones are obsolete, expensive; the remaining were set ablaze as road blocks during demonstrations with the few still standing being out of order. The Simu ya Jamii (Public phones) monopolized by Safaricom are damn expensive.

A 5 minute call did cost me Ksh. 150 making a 30 min call to be equivalent to the cheapest phone in the black market.

Don’t worry, you are still careful; there is no need to beat yourself on the head over you loss, if you friends claim of losing more expensive gadget and in sheer negligence (like dropping them in alcohol) is anything to go by you are still careful.

You never needed those numbers; it was forced down you phonebook by an acquaintance you met in a workshop and all attempts at calling them was meet with “excuse me who did you say you are.” Now at least you can excuse yourself for losing their numbers and your phone without appearing guilty.

Send an application? Move on they won’t call; you have been sitting on your phone waiting for we will call you mantra or only successful candidates will be contacted. You’ve have lost you phone and nothing has happened, it’s better to try you luck somewhere, as you hope instead of waiting.
Finally, the mobile is an extension of your personality; it was easier to lock yourself away from the world with your earpiece and social media to chat the world away. It is suddenly taken away and you realize you miss a portion of your personality.

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