Ok, this has officially been my worst month for blogging. I have been unbelievably lazy. (I am usually lazy, but this time ‘unbelievably’ so). Typing is my biggest chore. I know I should write shorter posts, but I am somehow incapable of writing short posts. I have an innate desire to ramble on and on, instead of dealing with the topic I intend to discuss…………kinda like I am doing right now.
SO, I have never considered myself a lucky person. In fact, I consider myself quite unlucky. I am that student who, on the day she misses school, something fun happens. I am that dieter, who starts on a regiment with a friend and that friend goes on to lose oodles of weight while I am left struggling with a few pounds. I am that daughter, who inherited all the worst features of my parents, from the annoying freckles under the eyes from my mother; the huge nose from my dad and my material grandmother’s arms.
I cannot make clothes, even though my mum is a guru. I cannot make beads, even though my sister could. I have no interest in business, even though the opportunity has presented itself lot of times. The only skills I can say I have are my ability to research, my mediocre writing skills and my unmarketable talent as a masseuse.
Despite this, I have been really lucky in one aspect. My family home has never been robbed and IA shall never be. I have never really been successfully robbed. Robbery here refers to simple theft, not the armed kind. Yeah, I am sure I have had friends steal money from me. I even had a friend swipe a gold chain of mine. However, in both incidences, I didn’t even notice. I only realized the chain was missing when I stumbled upon it in her wardrobe, so that doesn’t count. Two special incidences come to mind.
I was returning from class one day. A good friend of mine dropped me off in front of my room. Riding in her car were her room mate and another friend. It was just a regular day until I got to my room and discovered my cellphone was gone. Now, a cellphone back then was a really really big deal. Mobile services had just started and they were really expensive. At first, I was sure I had it on me and wasted thirty minutes ransacking my room. I called my friend with my roommate’s phone and told her I must have dropped my phone in her car, but it has been switched off. She said she was at the mechanic and she had not noticed any phone. I rushed off to where she was fixing her car which was a good twenty minutes away from the hostel. We turned her car upside down but saw nothing. I was very sure that one of the mechanics had taken the phone, but I had no proof. I was extremely heartbroken thinking of the money(which I did not have) that I would have to spend to purchase a new phone and a new sim. A week later, my friend with the car and the other girl who rode with us, came to my room. They called me outside and handed me a phone and asked if it was mine. It looked like mine but I was not sure until I turned it on and it had my entry phrase “Life is beautiful” (Yeah MTN eventually stole the phrase from me or from the Indian movie I stole it from and made it one of their catch phrases, but as of then, it was uniquely mine). It was discovered in her room mate’s bag. They had suspected her because she had stolen from them before. I was too happy to get my phone back that vengeance or a confrontation was the last thing on my mind. We all kept mum about it and waited to see if she would raise alarm that her phone was missing. She never did, even though she saw me using the phone again.
Second Incidence- School again. We were having a wave of robbery incidences in the school and it was very worrisome. My roommates and I had a burglary proof installed for the front door and sliding doors at the back. My brother had recently gained admission into the school. The day before, I had withdrawn his pocket-money and mine and put in a briefcase on top of my wardrobe. I was never too cautious with money because I knew my room mates never stole. That night, we were all out and our room was burglarized and thrashed. The thief had destroyed the lock on our burglary proof and gotten access. Our bags and items were all thrown out. All my room mates’ money were missing. My briefcase was nowhere to be found and I assumed my money was gone too. We were all in shock. I was worse off because this was not just my money involved. After an hour moaning and cursing the school for its lack of security, my room mates went to retrieve the items thrown out. One of them brought the briefcase in for me. I gestured to her to drop in on the bed. I was thinking of how I was going to call my folks to send money again. It was something that did not appeal to me. Then, for no good reason, I decided to check the bag. (this is a habit I have since adopted. I now check the same place at least three times when I am looking for an item). The money was there. I almost screamed. I remembered thinking. “What kind of stupid thieves are these?”. I was so happy, but I could not celebrate. I went out of the room to inform my brother that our money was safe. I also took the opportunity to jump up and down in joy, before returning to the room with a very somber look.
So, that’s my story. I guess I should not consider myself so unlucky, though I am hoping I have not jinxed it. I try to be as cautious as possible. Everytime, I get those scam mails, I have the urge to respond “Ode’ or ‘Fool’, but what always stops me is the fear that scammer may hack into my non-existent bank account or all my social media accounts and make my life a living hell. So I decided to maintain my championship. And as I feared, this is another long post. Go figure.
Share your robbery or near robbery experiences,