Coping with no-berry

I was off on the day it happened. So I hoped for, and thought, that my wish was being granted. Very few e-mails came through on my blackberry. I received less than 10 calls that day.



I only became aware that something's wrong when I tried accessing a few sites from my phone. And when I couldn't I assumed it was the network (nothing new). So I did what I needed to do from my laptop.

The next morning, however, I tried to BBM a few mates. Nope. Nothing. Nada. Tried to check on my peeps on facebook. Couldn't. Twitter. Aikona.



The only thing I could do was sms or phone! That is so last century! I wanted to voice my frustration and tried to log on to facebook... OK, forgot...

So I had to go back to basic and went to look for my old Nokia, charge it and then go to facebook... by then I wasn't that frustrated anymore...

 

What bothers me is how long it's taking BB to sort this mess out. It's been like, two days, dudes. That's like forever. So what's the problem?

Blackberry is very popular, but I think over-subscription is sinking it at the moment. So please bras van die Blackberry, please fix your nonsense. The world without technology at your fingertips is not cool, my bra.

Censeless… you can count on it!

The guy in the blinding yellow knock on your door, asks to come in. You check his credentials, and do as requested.

You offer coffee – the visit is going to take more than 10 minutes, afterall. He’s nice, this man, that you have to let into your house. Immaculate manner, soft spoken, you somehow can’t help but trust him.

His pulls out his papers, as you fills the cup with steaming coffee. He pulls his sleeves up and then you see it. A Tatoe – not the artistic one of a little dolphin or a Chinese word meaning something nice translated. No, it’s that crude green-only ones, made in an overpopulated prison somewhere in South Africa.

You mind flies to newspaper articles, written a week or so ago, about this armed robber who missed his court date because he was on training do to census. Is it him? Is he violent? Are you going to survive this count?

 

Don’t worry says, Statistician General Pali Lohahla,  a week after the story broke, we have checked the background of all the people who will come into your homes. Last count those numbered more than 150-thousand. Whoa, that was fast.

I was going to allow the counters to come into my home, tick me and my family off, so that government can make decisions on how to better service delivery.

I’m hoping the guy comes on a nice Spring Day, cause he’s not getting past my security gates. I answer all his questions, but the coffee, biscuit and some HD TV watching while I look for some documents for him, is out.

Sorry bro, but my fears have to count.