So my house was recently broken into for the second time in a period of a month. The first time it happened l wasn't shaken, in actual sense l blamed myself because l had adamantly refused to buy a stronger padlock.
Talk about living in Kampala!
I mean, l was (still is) staying in a seemingly safe neighbourhood and if you have house hunted in Kampala you well know that a house inside a gate (kikomela) is a top priority that you will even pay extra on rent because it is in a gate.
So since l was in a gate and already paying extra, l didn't want to pay more extra on padlocks and here l was staring at my only tiny padlock that had been opened and thrown in the dustbin for me to find!
My neighbour had called me when l was on my way coming back home after being away for like 3 days and you know that line of "are you shifting, l see your door open" she hit me with it.
The only thing that occupied my mind from that time of the call was what padlocks could l get.
I remember passing by capital shoppers in Ntinda and asking about a certain padlock for this lady to tell me that l wouldn't be able to use it.
Fast forward to three weeks later with my three padlock babies, on a really gloomy morning (and no the birds weren't chirping, haha) l found my door just slightly open while l was coming from the bathroom to pee.
This was around 6:40 am and l had to travel that day so l wanted to completely finish my sleep. You know when you walk to the bathroom with your eyes half closed so you don't lose momentum of your sleep? That was me.
It clearly was one of the most refreshing night's sleep l have ever had but at that moment, l felt chills run through my body. I must say that's the most scared l have ever been all my life! Not being robbed but having a stranger prance over me at my weakest moment, in my sleep.
What was running through my mind was what if he wanted to stab me, what could have stopped him (at this point am sure it's a him), what if he forced himself on me.
The only things they had taken were my 2 weeks old phone and a 10k note which was supposed to be for my transport.
I still had my old phone so the immediate person l called was my mum, like always, because she was supposed to top up for me on my 10k for transport and now she had to look for the full amount. God bless that woman.
The next person l called was a friend and the first thing he said when l told him l had been robbed again was "you need a full-time man to protect you".
So to him, l was robbed because l didn't have a man in my house. I am a damsel in distress that can't live by itself.
Would the man have chased away the thief or he would have heard my really annoying alarm padlock since "men have better hearing senses"?
When did we get to the point that women can not happily live on their own!
So now the goal of every woman has to be finding a man to protect her?
Please teach your daughters to invest in padlocks and not in men since safe places are close to a mystery.
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| The first picture this girl took on my phone when we decided it was the one l wanted |
