I find it rather fitting that 7 is my favourite number and, for me, this is by far the most relevant Life Lesson that I’ve posted on this tumblr so far. Yesterday, I unfortunately lost my phone (for those of you that know me, I once lost two phones in one night as a result of a drunken escapade - this time I was as sober as Steve). I realised very quickly that I had left it on a bus and upon realisation that I wasn’t going to catch it by sprinting after it, I tried to flag down some cars, to get their attention in desperation. I did all I could to seem like I was in agony/danger but every single car - about 5 or 6 -drove straight past me.
For all these drivers knew I could have been:
- Being chased by a gang of thugs
- dying (stabbed/shot)
- rape victim (God forbid!!!)
- or simply trying to get directions
But, in typical British fashion, they all just drove past me and carried on wit their business, without a care in the world as to what could have been wrong with me. Yes I’m a black male. Yes I’m in a hoody. Yes I could be trying to rob the driver, or rape them (coincidentally, I don’t think any of the drivers were male) … But maybe, just maybe I was not. Maybe they could have locked their doors, wound down the window very minutely so I couldn’t put my arm through and attempt to carjack them, which was what they probably suspected in the mean streets of the Uxbridge Ghettos.
Shortly after, there was a bus going in the opposite direction and I sprinted for that, the bus driver attempted to call the driver on the other bus but he didn’t pick up so he called the control centre for me who in-turn called the driver. He checked the CCTV and a woman had just got off the bus, with my phone in hand…Devastating. Had the driver picked up the initial call, there’s a good chance that I wouldn’t currently be writing this post.
He took me to this bus station, talked me through everything I needed to and then I went to the police station, where they were very helpful and rather hopeful that I might actually end up getting my phone back as it was so soon that I reported it to them, knew all the details concerning it and as it was known what bus stop the thief got off… I guess there is still hope, no matter how bleak.
Sidenote: I would like to use this moment in time to state that in my lifetime I have found about 3 or 4 phones and every single time, I have ensured the owner got it back. Not by handing it in to the bus driver, but by looking for ‘mum’ or ‘home’ in the contact list. Maybe this person will do the same.
Yesterday confirmed that there is no way I will raise my children in this country. The UK lacks any sense of community. See someone getting beaten up? Everyone just walks by. See a young female walking bare foot in a torn dress? She’s probably drunk. Like the story of the Good Samaritan, everybody just turns the blind eye…Imagine, on our trains, nobody talks, we just sit there in silence. Have you ever been on a train in NYC? You can have a conversation with a guy you’ve never met before and feel like you’ve known each other forever! In the UK, everyone is scared of each other, everybody is intimidated, everybody is inwardly angry at life, nobody wants to smile at you, every female thinks you’re trying to chat her up and every guy thinks you’re trying to rob him…
What a sad society we live in. If you can even call it that.