Where would I be without my darling?

Dec 04, 2008

YOU can fall in love with Sylvia, Doreen or Zuena, but I doubt you can ever love them as much as I love my darling. Her name is Nokia. Nokia is petite (we all love girls that way) beautiful, handy and like your Doreen, she has a penchant for airtime!

By Jacobs Odongo

YOU can fall in love with Sylvia, Doreen or Zuena, but I doubt you can ever love them as much as I love my darling. Her name is Nokia. Nokia is petite (we all love girls that way) beautiful, handy and like your Doreen, she has a penchant for airtime!

It is not surprising that some people cannot do without the hi-tech gadget. No matter one’s status or the type of phone, the device is one of those items I must carry with me everyday.

My mobile phone is certainly the only utility I need before stepping out of the house — apart from clothes, of course. No matter how much I am in a hurry, I can forget a pen, a notebook, a camera or a recorder, but not my darling Nokia.

Although she nags me regularly because I must recharge her when her battery is flat, she keeps the gossip flowing and makes my day. She gets me all the contacts I need and keeps them.

Recently, some twerps disguising themselves as cops arrested me. I wanted to check what time it was, but since they had confiscated my phone, I was like a convict in a solitary cell.

Nokia has always been my chronometer, telling me the time, and also serving as my alarm clock as well travel calendar. Maybe I can blame her for making me ignore the wall calendar so much that it is December, but I last turned the calendar six months ago.

Since I got enough money to kwanjula (traditional introduction) and marry Nokia, notebooks and diaries are now a thing of the past. I only carry them to reflect a corporate image and use them when I have to jot down something.

I do not want to be reminded of the yesteryears of bachelorhood when talking to my relative in Jinja meant that I had to buy ink, slate, a stamp and an envelope and then wait for weeks for the postman to dispatch my mail!

I love to wake up and listen to Tinah asking me how my night was and wishing me a blessed day — thanks to my darling. And I cannot forget that it is my darling Nokia that comes in handy when I have to send cash to my parents.

I buy airtime and send them the digits, so that they can trade it for cash.
My Nokia is different from yours in sophistication. Queuing up in the bank to deposit cash and having the receipient travel kilometres to the ATM to withdraw it is no longer my worry.

Let us not talk about the mega bonus, like her physical endowments — just know she is beautiful and serves me all the better.

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