and engaged myself to one.
Since then, I have maintained steady relationships
with mobile phones.
Hammering the last nail to my cassava leftovers and dry tea,
I hear a melody whose scream I match with a sip from my favorite drink.
“Hello, I am XYZ, I got your number from PQR
And I want to buy some art work from you.”
Thank you to the small machine
which connects me to my bread and butter.
I no longer have to travel long distances
to secure a chat with friends.
My great companion has simplified the equation.
Whether in the bathroom or sitting room or at work,
I can chat with my pals and even display the gaps between my teeth.
When I am facing a hopeless start,
the mobile friend can be a source of life.
A good message or sweet call can make my day.
In the face of boredom, I engage my mind
with games on my mobile or listen to radio.
Some ringtones are a good source of fun.
A particular tune sometimes enables me
to coax the young ones into uncountable smiles.
The best, I reward. They make my day,
I make their day and the phone makes our day.
Like human beings, mobile phones have sweet and sour sides.
Sometimes my everywhere companion
can force me to commit a lie.
Sometimes, through my companion,
dispiriting waves find their way to me.
Making the small machine enjoy all meals
is just as challenging as making a cockroach smile.
And the vice of phone tapping
greatly interferes with freedom of speech.
« return.