When Geri (my first) crashed, my world as I had come to know it fell to pieces. You know how these gadgets have a way of... making you completely dependent on them. The heart- wrenching despair, all consuming for it being the first catastrophe of its nature (to befall me). Sleepless nights. Loss of appetite. I lost all will to do anything really with no direct relation to restoration of Geri. There is the vivid recollection of mornings laying siege to a talented I.T student’s house on whom I had pinned the hope of bringing my beloved back to life. It can only be imagined what his mother must have thought at a tearful female at her gate- before 7am- with a bag... Yes, there were tears.
I was less of a wreck this time. Okay, slightly less of a wreck... My calls to my brother about Geri’s replacement acting up (switching off abruptly mid-use) were more er composed- I believe. At least this time I didn’t lay siege to anyone’s house... And I didn’t lose the will to live... completely... I just didn’t feel I could do anything without my machine. My blog posts fell behind. Even my contest postings are out of date. As my Meryl Streep in Devil Wears Prada look-alike former boss would exclaim- “Mirirai!” Few things get me riled more than time wasted scrolling my eye down expired contest posts. Especially as internet in Zimbabwe doesn’t come cheap.
I was always going to snap out of my zombie-like state one way or another- even if a helpful techie had not found a costless (albeit temporary- heavy sigh) way around my problem. The lesson learnt and to be remembered (hopefully) should I have similar troubles in future... Life won’t stop because something stops functioning as it should. And a word of advice: Back up.
