I am writing this in a truly confused state of mind with 28 minutes left on the meter at an Internet Cafe. You see, I am at the mercy of this spaces for the first time in years, so it is really strange for me. I have always had access to the net. I have always functioned as a mobile office - as a writer, I love hanging out in coffee shops typing or scribbling away, coming up with new poems or new schemes for 'taking over the world. Today I realise how dependent I have become on technology, especially my laptop and cellphone, and now I am without.
At about 2.15am on Tuesday morning, the missus and I were awoken by a bright light in our bedroom. A man, of unknown origin, was standing at the bottom of our bed. He proceeded to silence us with a few strong words and the waving of a gun, also of unknown origin. After relieving our bedroom of our cellphones, jewellery and the missus' handbag, he told us to keep still and not move while he went back into the living room to finish up his night's work. Once he was out of the room, I jumped up, locked the bedroom door and we fled to 'safety' through our bathroom window.
As a result of this experience, I am now without two laptops and two cellphones, which means my ability to stay in touch with the world has become extremely limited. Ever the optimist, I am working on the theory that this state will only last for a week or two.
Not only can I not access the outside world, I have also lost most of my work from the last 5 months. I feel useless because I have always turned to the keyboard when bored, inspired, etc. That has been my source of income, joy and purpose. Now it is gone.
I suspect there is some great poetry in the experience but I am currently at a loss for words so please do forgive should I fall short in the next week or two. I shall recover.
I am now left with 17 minutes and need to attend to some other things before, so I shall be back soon. Easy
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Yo Kojo,
I know very well how S.A can be hectic, I grew up in SOWETO where the worst has happened before but you can take refuge on the fact that you and your wife are safe...laptops and cellphones are replaceable,so till next time take care....
Look ahead. Like Thami says, you and the missus are still there. I know how hard losing work can be, even the loss of one inspirational page is hard to take. But it could have been worse. Look ahead. Cheers.
Thank you all for the words. Yeah, the physical stuff is replaceable so I am not stressing too much - more of an inconvenience. The writings ... well, they came somewhere so there should be more lurking. The blessing is that we weren't hurt, considering the things that do happen.
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