I have been around the world, and I promise you this, no one goes out their way to do bad to themselves.
You better believe it, because a police person takes a bribe cause he wants a bigger house. Every bad act has one thing in common, the person who is acting the way they are has a misconception of what good is. Say one commits suicide which is bad since everyone has problems, some just know how to hide them better than others. Say one commits suicide, he thinking he is going to finally escape from the cruel world, go to some other place where it's quiet and peaceful. An employee drinking so much he forgets work, he believes he must live and have fun. Every bad act is done out of a misconception of what is good.
That's why information is power.
She logged in to her Facebook account on my iPad. She was flipping channels on my Telly, it was at around midnight we had just been on my bed.
"what other tv series do you have?"
"Life in the Times of Tim."
"where is it?"
Pressed play.
"cartoon?"
"no it's an animation..."
"the cartoons don't even look like real cartoons I want to watch something else. They look like drawings."
"come on give it time, you will love it I promise...it's witty and the characters are incredible..."
"I will Facebook, you watch it if you want to..."
I pressed eject and put something i thought we would both enjoy. She still continued to Facebook on my iPad.
"Am not feeling well..."
"what's up?"
"I don't know..."
I watched her. She didn't want to eat, food didn't want to go down her throat regardless of the fact that that was chicken I had made for her.
I ordered a pizza, she simply played with the food on it, she never ate it. Should I take her to hospital? But am not her parent... I made her a chicken sandwich with lettuce in it, she plainly didn't want it. I put on an accent trying to make her laugh, she kept her eyes on the screen flipping through photos, until she got into bed, I dozed off. I woke up, she was still awake. Worried.
"are you okay?"
I found myself calling a cab over. She wore something to cover herself, and we were off to town. Hospital bills can burry you, especially when you are a student and their is no way you can call home telling them...some girl...in my house... What were you doing with a girl in your house?
"wait for us here..."
We left the cab guy onto the dusty stairs. I felt bad, cause I wouldn't let myself get treated at a hospital with dusty stairs, and here I was taking this girl to a hospital that has dusty stairs.
I felt guilt eat me up so much, half way up the stairs I felt my mind tell me No, No, No, No, they tell you this is how things are done. She should just call her parents, it's even not that serious. You owe her nothing. That's how things should be done, don't obligate yourself. But that wasn't me...
We didnt get up to the top of the fleet of the dusty stair. Back to the cab.
"twende Agha khan."
She was quiet. I dismissed her question by a simple, am sure that hospital is better.
I let her seat down at the waiting room, dismissed the cab guy. Went to the reception desk. We ended up going to the hospital next to it. Panya, which is pretty awesome to, has quite a number of specialist.
"how long?"
"one hour..."
"okay."
We went to Creamie Inn, the one on your way to Likoni. She had the icecream with almonds in it. I had the green one with mint and chocolate. I told her she will be fine. I said a prayer and promised her she will be fine. She looked really unwell, but the icecream helped somehow.
We were back in an hour. She took the pills I got from the chemist close by. No sooner than later she was glowy and happier than I have ever seen her.
And a Friday came and went, her text came and I sent. Her Facebook account got hacked and she asked me to fix it for her.
She gave me her password but it couldn't log in. I asked her for her email password but it bounced. She forgot her security question she had set as an alternative if she forgot her email password, she forgot the alternative email to recover her password. She was trapped.
She claims am the brightest person she knows. That flatters me. I almost told her I was busy, until I thought what if I was in her shoes. I have to be true to myself, I have to help her. And it took me days, I emailed Facebook, I had them send codes. I spent hours trying to help her. She sometimes gave up feed up, but I told her not to worry. We would sort it out.
It's frustrating to see an update you put up on your wall and the truth is its not you who put up. And people are calling to find out why such an indecent photo has been made public. And it annoys you that your number is put out there on a status update. And there are 4000 and over people watching and you can't call all of them to tell them your account has been hacked. You can't deactivate. You didn't even know all of them, you can't even see the updates you have to get told by someone else. And I felt for her, and I prayed and hoped nothing as such happened, hints of that happened. So, whenever I wanted to fall asleep instead of sorting her issues up. This possibility hit me and I kept awake.
And her hope that she would gain control of her account came and went, mine remained, cause it's always a risk when someone steals your identity, you never know what they can do with it. And there possibilities are endless...but even more than that it is painful and I felt pain for her.
Finally, Facebook asked for three friends a code should be sent to. It would take a day or two for them to get the codes then pass them back to the email.
She gave me the three friends she trusted the most and I asked Facebook send their passwords to them. All she needed to do was to call them and get it.
Two days, just one called back and gave her code...
"hello, Bobby, I opened another account..."
"okay."
"...and the person using my old account inboxed me on it asking me if I wanted my password back."
And in my mind I was like shoot, shoot, shoot. You know people are scary when they pull such stunts.
"hello, I have quit facebook, I dint want this stress..."
"don't worry, we will sort this out..."
The next day. I get a text in capital letters. I hate you. I hate you I know it is you who hacked my account. Am guessing she is angry she wants to vent out. So I leave the text alone, cause in my mind, regardless of what she says what is important is she gets control of her account, otherwise reputation gone, stalkers have access to personal information. A tragedy in the making. So I let her vent out, every time she made noise at me, I worked harder, thought of ways to outsmart the bastard. She said I was smart after all?
Then all of a sudden she texts claiming that I sent her the password in the morning. And am thinking what the hell? Then I start thinking, yes, yes, finally. She has her password back. Yes.
After the joy reality started to sink in, and I started thinking, okay... Why would someone do such a thing, hack an account then give the password back. And it hit me, if she had been sending the same messages she was sending to me to the person who had hacked her account on Facebook. The I hate you Bobby, I hate you, I know it is you Bobby, I know it can't be anyone else. But in fact it was someone else.
The someone else must have decided, who is this Bobby guy she is talking about. And I bet you right he snooped through my inbox with her.
And I would like to believe he found that I always inboxed her about having her interest at heart. I bet he found out I have always hoped for good for all those that cross my path. And he must have decided since he can't come clean on his identity, since he had been called Bobby so much, he decided it was over and done with, and inboxed her her password. Or he thought I was a good person and felt guilty I was suffering on his behalf.
"hello?"
"I have blocked you..."
"I know it was you Bobby, I have deactivated my account and blocked you."
"hey have you..."
Line went dead. All I wanted to do is first of all tell her that it makes no sense to change her Facebook password while she has no access to the email that created it. I wanted to tell her that now that she got the password what she should do is create a new email as fast as possible and set it as her primary facebook email. I would have begged her, cause I knew the drill. Change the Facebook password, change the email password, the hacker send the password recovery to the alternative email which I think he had access to but she had forgotten who it was. Or something?
But at the end of the day, he would hack back, and as she sat in her house comfortable thinking she has finally done, deactivated her account, it could be activated again, pictures start making there way like Amani's did. And I couldn't have that. But she had blocked my number, I had no reason to struggle trying to help her, I could walk away.
But it ate me, so I texted her, I told her everything she had to do in simplified terms. Step one: create two new emails, one back up for the other. Step:2 make it your Facebook email... And hoped she would listen to me, cause if she didn't she would suffer.
I told her, at a time like this, I knew she was hurt, I was hurt to that she decided to blame me after I spent those sleepless nights trying to help her, and all she told me was, you think you are such a genius. I know it's you who hacked. I was hurt but I told her I put other people's interest first, and I put yours first and regardless of her accusing me I still helped her.
She told me she didn't care if the person who hacked her account deactivate it. I asked her ti be an angel, that in spite of all the hurt she felt, she should out other people's interest first, inspite of it being her account, she should remember there are people she inboxes, and their interest wouldn't be to have that information publizixed. I dint know whether she listened. But I texted her all that, very long text.
I knew at the beginning that every good act doesn't go unpunished, but I was ready for it. When you get involved in helping someone who has been hurt, you get blamed in the end. Try to take a person who has been hit by a car to the hospital and see what happens. I hoped things wouldn't turn out that way, that i would do good and she will be so hapoy that i helped her, but I was ready if they turned the other way, I was ready for anything, all I knew was she was in shit she knows nothing about computers, a complete blonde, but she was a genius at maintaining her popularity. I had to help her. And I did and it bit me up my ass.
Yes, she walked out of my life, I wonder how she thought I would benefit from traumatizing her. Come on, if I wanted her password she would give it to me, she gave it to me, I logged her out when she left my house forgetting to log out on my iPad, we sexed, I took her to hospital when she was worried, and they ran my credit card cause walking with that cash is ridiculous. I had everything I wanted from her, she had everything she wanted from me, why would I want to traumatized her? I wonder what the person who hacked her account wanted? Sex? Money? I didnt lack any of those. But you know emotion can make you break very good relationships out of bad rush decisions. I took her to buy those blue cosmetic contact lenses after hospital so that she could be happy, I was a complete angel to her.
I guess she will never believe me, but I don't care for that as much as I care for the fact that I put myself in the line to save a life. And through all that I was able to maintain being good and having other people's interest before mine. And I hope heaven decides that I will not be talking about which cars are the best of their class, cause I will be above that, I hope heaven decides that I will not have what yatchs are the best of their class, but what helicopters are the best in their class, who knows, I might even know the Mercedes of submarines. And when I know that, I bet I will have enough resource to lay everything I have for another human beings interest, cause that is how to be an angel, that is how you save a life. The greater the resource the wider the sphere to help.
I guess am not ever going to let her sex me again, no matter what, cause that's the one thing you can't be an angel about. You never help people with sex no matter what, and I love that that is a fact.
*****next post by to be published after this;
I walk around my eyes noticing everything and everyone. I look at her and look at her friend. I find find a guy talking to a random chic. And my urges tell me I should come between them...(to be continued in next post)
