Hello there. It’s a brand new week, calm Sunday with indecisive weather but I’m hoping you are doing great and ready to take on blessings and challenges (optimistically these are disguised blessings as well). So anyway I’m here to complete my story I’d embarked on last week. Yeah it’s taken a bit of a while. My writing psyche was low on gas and many other things but I’m here now.
So let’s recap what part I was all about: I was walking my own things and this gentleman stops me, he engaged me in some conversation and then ended up stealing my phone. I ran into him two months later and this is how it went…
I saw this gentleman engaging this lady in a conversation and she seemed to be half-heartedly lending him her ear. I was flabbergasted and thinking: “Oh my God, this is the same guy that conned me!”.
I’m not a timid person and well I’ve learned to take responsibility. I walked to them and looked him right in the eye, raised my voice and said: “You stole my phone.”
I saw the change of expressions on his face, from that animated look he had while conversing with this lady to a plastic smile of panic, shock and composure. I repeated my statement, more vigorous now. I was angry at that point, the shock pushed back. I turned to the lady and asked her if she knew him and negative, she didn’t. This gentleman now was trying to move back so I immediately turned to him. I see the lady walking away from the corner of my eye then I turn my full focus on him.
There were a few people around but this is a university campus, there is always drama going on and probably people hadn’t caught on about what was going on.
So he started walking away in quick steps, took rapid turns getting away from the people and I was getting angrier. I was recalling what had ensued a few months back. How he’d manipulated my femininity and kindness and how he was still doing it again. So I quickened my steps and threatened to shout out loud how he’d robbed my phone(in these premises, that is a very effective method of obtaining mob justice and for thieves, it’s usually live burns). He probably succumbed to my threats and stopped his rapid paces and then suddenly offered to pay me. You can’t blame me for not trusting a thief. And his sudden change of approach in this situation from escape to facing me threw me off and I was shaken for a minute. Luckily a bunch of people were walking towards us so I cried out for help.
Three men from the crowd hurried to us and asked what was going on. All I could say is that this man was a thief. Surprisingly Gentle-thief didn’t deny and two of the men grabbed him side by side.
A lot of me repeating how this gentleman stole my phone to many people happened and then a police officer was assigned to escort me and this thief to the university police station. I felt saved for a while being at the “police” but that didn’t last long. You see, the police here and probably the police in most places from what I’ve seen in the news and movies is very, get dysfunctional. There wasn’t a statement made, no “higher ups” were to know and this was to be a negotiation between the thief and I.
The negotiation was how much I wanted for my phone and then he’d be safely escorted out of the university “danger zone”. I was now past being shocked. I was numb with fear. Like what on Earth was going on! I hadn’t imagined it’d go this way(naive I know!) So I asked one of the policemen what would happen to the thief before I make negotiations and he told me there was t much to be done. If I were to proceed with the case to court,it’d waste my time and energy and he’d probably bail out and several other unclear things. So he advised me to take the money the thief had offered which BTW wasn’t even fully the worth of my phone. After a few moments of though(do not judge me) I accepted the negotiations well knowing that after that I’d leave and so would the thief. But the system wasn’t on my(public’s) side. I was on my own here. The thief seemed to feel at home at the police reception filled with a sense of assurance and a taint of arrogance. I was at a disadvantage and well, singlehandedly there was nothing I could do.
Hypocritically I took the money(not proud to say that) and left. The Gentle-thief was probably escorted to a safe haven and he’d continue with his work(as one of the police officers had stated) and painfully I walked away. Walked away worried, scared and exhausted. I learnt a couple of things that day: there isn’t much justice in the world or more to say this country, there is desperateness in the people that are to protect us that it’s not possible for them to protect us, a thief has 40 days but a thief can have many 40 days and anything can happen. There are so many possibilities in this world.
Anyway turns out that my pinch of Luck was a give and take situation for me. It had consequences. Something hurt, mixed feelings! And I saw the world in a different shade, a darker shade than what I’d been seeing it before. It wasn’t at all merry but at least I had closure for that and the Gentle-thief faced a couple of consequences to his calculated con on me. I’m not big on revenge but well, I’m not big on injustice either!