The ultimate cellphone 2/6

By Drum Digital
07 May 2014

Zandile is angry that her fourth cellphone stolen in a short period

“It must have been on the train,” Zandile said. “I didn’t feel anything – probably because it was so packed.”

That was typical of the morning peak hour; hordes of people flooded into the trains, and the jostling for position didn’t stop once they got inside. The coaches were so crowded that no one would have seen the thief tearing Zandi’s handbag and slipping out her cellphone.

“And that phone was still quite new!” Thuli gasped.

“I’d had it for only three months.” She had kept it in its casing, handled it with the utmost care, and there wasn’t a scratch on it – and for what? Zandile thought angrily.

So some low-life could steal it off me? “I haven’t finished paying it off, either” Zandile lamented, chewing on her bottom lip. “I bought it on credit.” Thuli nodded. “I remember.”

“I had only covered the deposit and three months’ instalments. I still have seven more months to go. The dealership will expect their payments regardless of what has happened – in full and on time. I still have to fork out the money even though I no longer have it. To add insult to injury, I’ll be paying while some thief enjoys my phone.”

“And it was such a nice phone,” Thuli remarked. Zandile’s friends had been so envious of her cellphone. It had been the latest model from a reputable brand at the time she bought it – and steeply priced.

“Shame, how many times does this make it? Three times in as many years?”

“Four times,” Zandile corrected. “It doesn’t matter how many times it has happened – it pains me now as much as it did the first time.” She paused, overcome with emotion.

“But this time it hurts even more. He cut my bag! It has to be a he because a woman, even a thieving one, would never take a knife to a designer bag. I’m not sure I wouldn’t have minded him running off with it, so long as I knew that my beloved bag was intact.”

Trying to comfort her friend, Thuli said, “Well, look at it this way, you’re lucky the handbag is all that got cut.”

Yes, that knife could have nicked her, or worse, Zandile thought. She shuddered at the idea of coming face to face with a knife wielding tsotsi in the act of cutting open her bag – even in a crowd. She understood why no one on the train could have said anything even if they had seen something.

“So what are you going to do now?” Thuli asked.

To be continued.......

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