So there I was, leaving OwenTech at about 11:20p.m. or so. It happens from time to time. I thought that since it was a Saturday night, I'd probably get a matatu even at that time.

A taxi driver sort of asked me if I'd like to be driven to town as usual, and i (politely?) declined. I waited for a matatu for a while, with other people, one of whom farted a number of times. They left after a while and I remained waiting.

Then I saw these two guys approaching. We looked at each other as they approached. they passed behind me and went away.

Then one of them came back. he told me he had been denied entry into one of the nearby drinking dens because he was drunk. Funny I could not smell alcohol on him. He asked for my phone to call his sister to ask her to come out of the drinking den, coz he had left his phone on the charger (where??).

I asked him for the number and called it. No answer. He asked me to maybe go with him to call her out. I refused. He went away.

A short while later he came back with a rather pretty chick. Sorry, lady. He claimed this was the said sister. They did not look at all alike. He told her "meet my friend" and we shook hands. He now said they needed to call one Kamau, could they use my phone? He said I should only let the chick talk, coz he did not want their mother to know he was with her. (yeah, right.) "I am so drunk!" he said, as if to remind me.

Again I asked for the number and called it. This time no answer. I told them. Let me try, said the pretty thing. I let her. (I wonder why?)

Predictably, she started talking as she moved away from the lit, prominent place I had chosen to stand towards the less visible road. I followed, as did her 'drunk brother.'

So she was between the two of us, with the phone on his side (her right side). after some minutes of her sounding like she could not quite hear the other guy and with all three of us still moving, i asked for my phone back, that my credit was getting finished. "I will give you money," she said.

I can't quite remember what exactly happened next, but predictably, the drunk brother grabed the phone and tried to make a run for it. i was on him like his shadow. The phone fell, but i still followed him (I dont know why). "Mwizi!" I shouted. (That means "Thief" for our non-Swahili-speaking audience).

The prety chick was aparently frustrated and asked "Now is that a phone?" I didn't see her again. Some car stopped and the drunk guy claimed I was trying to grab his sister. He left at some point and I picked up various pieces of phone in the darkness.

I went and took the taxi ride I had been offered.

As the taxi turned into the road, I saw a matatu approaching. Then I saw he drunk guy looking around where the phone had fallen.

"Huyo ni mwizi" (That's a thief) the taxi driver enlightened me.

On getting to town, I assembed the phone and it was working well, thiugh a bit scuffed (is there such a word?). Apparently I had left the battery cover and top cover, but the phone was working.

I bought a new cover the next day, so now I can combine colours and have a black and silver phone.