Today (2/27) my phone was stolen. iPhone 4S. Taken from me, belong to me, in a matter of less than two minutes unattended in a fabric stone on Biashara Street in Mombasa, Kenya.
How it actually happened is not really something I want to type through, but thankfully I was safe. Anyway after causing a scene in the busy marketplace, my friends and I headed back home and for the rest of the evening I was just emotionally exhausted.
I tried not to let it mean so much to me, but after fighting against myself for so long I couldn’t help reminding myself how all my homestay pictures, Shirazi village homestay pictures, newly added Kenyan contacts of friends and family, all of that was taken from me in a matter of a couple of minutes.
Many times I forget that I’m not in the States and need to have my guard up, especially about my expensive belongings here in Kenya. After some more time, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m thankful it was just a phone and not my computer or a situation involving harm or force. Now writing this entry weeks after my phone my actually stolen, I can also add that I feel a lot more free without my phone.
It’s unfortunate but also funny how a stolen phone has become, in a way, something I’m thankful for now.