Handbag
gone in split seconds
Snatch theft is becoming a serious
issue nowadays. Females are usually the victims of snatch-thief so be
extra cautious with whatever you are carrying. I have witnessed
ladies being snatched their handbags but never have I been a victim
of such incidents or thought of ever being one. Life is full of
incredible events and unexpected surprises that change our moods. And
sometimes they can even shock us. Loosing your valuables to a
stranger is very shocking,the snatching is a moral buster. Such
people should burn in hell. My critics also falls on the owner as I
perceive them to be lackadaisical in handling their belongings. At
times I would assume such incidents as being extrinsic reinforcements
to the owner to be more vigilant all the time as a city is filled
with morons who are unhappy with life hence want to extend their
miserable life to those who are contented and ecstatic with life.
I vividly recall a snatch incidence
which occurred one evening around Muthurwa while in traffic jam in a
local bus heading home from a long tiresome day.
”Hey,mwizi,mwizi,ameiba bag
yangu(Hey,a thief has stolen my handbag)”shrieked a young lady in
her mid twenties. Her piercing shrill cry caught the passengers
attention. There was silence suddenly around us,as we saw the guy
disappearing beyond the buildings. The missus whose handbag had gone
in mil-seconds was crying as if the entire world, and all of its
beauty, had come to an end. I pitied her and wished I could do
something like a super hero and follow that contemptibly obnoxious
person , return the bag to her hence saving the day and putting a
smile back on this poor lady who was laden with grief and fear but
that was liberal thinking. The passengers pantomimed different
emotions regarding this incident. Some were encouraging but other
were giving negative critics to the lady insinuating that she was
reckless with her belongings. If only she had been alert she wouldn’t
be in such situation. Humanity has different ways of expressing fear
by criticizing a situation forgetting they might be victims of such
later on.
A missus handbag is her mini-world. She
moves around with her world in her hands. Women’s handbags
certainly contain an odd mixture of things. There are two categories
of object :things women consider essential (phone, keys, tissues,
aspirin, makeup, wallet); and the rest, all the apparently useless
treasures related to memorable events, emotions and superstition.
Ladies throw things they don’t need in there and then forget about
them. Some men say that if you need any scrap metals just ask the
lady next to you and she will give it out. Hence the bag is
reassuring that its to ready to cope with any eventuality. You can
imagine someone taking away your min-world,depressing and
daunting,right!! Mark you,a woman's handbag is a bit like a man's
car: it corresponds to the image they wish to project.
Whoever said that you never know how it hurts until you experience it yourself,said it well and so true. I can affirm this when I lost my mini world: due to snatching,then I recalled the agony of the lady who had undergone similar incident.
I was done for the day,so I headed to
the bus station, boarded the bus and decided to take a nap. I
normally do naps in the buses while listening to music via my smart
phone. This is therapeutic to me. Hardly had the bus left the station
than this dishonest,greedy man snatch my hand bag from me. He
stretched out an arm,opened the window in a second and grabbed hold
of my handbag very tightly such that I could not armor it with my
arms. split second, I saw his face - cruel, glaring eyes and menacing
expression. My heart skipped a bit and the incidence hit me in my
solar plexus as I watched helplessly the jerk of a man who has
taken my mini-world from me disappearing beyond the buildings. I felt
alone in this vast world.
A great pain welled up in me, I wept
silently after the passenger stopped giving me their condolences as
if I had lost an arm or an eye. I hated this soothing as I deeply
know it was my lose not theirs and to them they really don’t care
only pretense but I accepted their words with broad smile and
reassured them am okay. Meanwhile some good citizen outside the bus
tried to pursue the thief but he was never apprehended and I doubt I
will ever see him again. However, I will never forget the menacing
look he had given me.
This got me to thinking, I have lost
lots of things. Most of my valuable , important document and
identification. I cursed the worthless man,I hoped that he will
never have peace and joy ever as he had inflicted pain in me. I
accepted that the crowd ruling that criminals should be eliminated
as they inflict pain to humanity who work day in day out so that
they can flourish their mini-world. They are incurable optimist as
they want to get results and wealth first by annihilating other
peoples freedom. We are living in a world of peace and war:in war
our handbags gone,wallets gone,even at times our wigs gone rendering
one bald. This is not something to smile about. My understanding of
freedom is doing what one loves be it stealing,so long as you don’t
interfere with freedom of others. The archenemy of freedom is fear
and this is what was left of me.
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