My everywhere companion

In 2003, I fell in love with mobile phones and engaged myself to one. Since then, I have maintained steady relationships with mobile phones. Hammering the last nail to my cassava leftovers and dry tea, I hear a melody whose scream I match with a sip from my favorite drink. “Hello, I am XYZ, I got your number from PQR And I want to buy some art work from you.” Thank you to the small machine which connects me to my bread and butter. I no longer have to travel long distances to secure a chat with friends. My great companion has simplified the equation. Whether in the bathroom or sitting room or at work, I can chat with my pals and even display the gaps between my teeth. When I am facing a hopeless start, the mobile friend can be a source of life. A good message or sweet call can make my day. In the face of boredom, I engage my mind with games on my mobile or listen to radio. Some ringtones are a good source of fun. A particular tune sometimes enables me to coax the young ones into uncountable smiles. The best, I reward. They make my day, I make their day and the phone makes our day. Like human beings, mobile phones have sweet and sour sides. Sometimes my everywhere companion can force me to commit a lie. Sometimes, through my companion, dispiriting waves find their way to me. Making the small machine enjoy all meals is just as challenging as making a cockroach smile. And the vice of phone tapping greatly interferes with freedom of speech.