Should I stay or should I go? On the day of departure to South Africa, I decided to postpone the flight in order to take care of some business. I called Geraldine to notify her and she dropped the phone, pissed off apparently. With 27 seconds, a short conversation, or should I say monologue? The next day I gave it another shot, at the point she started crying I dropped the phone. As part of the policy, saving money during calls, we don’t need to say the things we already know (I love you, for instance), we don’t cry or fight.
In South Africa cellular phone companies invented Please Call Me’s, free sms’s to trigger somebody else to make the call. In the past I’ve received well over a 1000 of these sms’s, but I stopped reacting long ago, at a certain stage I even blocked them, fed up. In SA the majority hasn’t the cash to make calls, but they do have a phone. A smart invention of Vodacom and the lot, to make money over the heads of people that don’t have money. I can’t remember when I received the last pcm from Geraldine, a miracle…
