Tuesday 20th May- Nonya. yeah right.

I was up early again. I checked the door half expecting my items to be waiting to me. Everyone is still chatting about the thief but I am getting bored. Ernest called and said him and Nonya were coming soonish. I told them I was out of milk and please if they could help me because you can’t get powdered peak from Amaudo only evaporated milk.

I called up Amaudo UK and they said that I need to get a police report to be able to claim from my insurance. I have been warned against the police because they like money too much. If they come then they will like to do all kinds of funny things to be able to make the maximum amount of money. Catching money is even more important than catching the thief. If they come then they may start arresting innocent people to gather their bail money and will beat the people in prison and cause a lot of bother. From a utilitarian point of view, weighing up pleasure vs pain, it is much better I forget the claim and just buy new ones. I would rather I pay £150 to replace my I pod than risk an innocent village man jail and paying a bail of 3,000N. The lap top is an EEPC, a new small computer made for children that is only £200 to buy with all of the software already on it. My only regret is that the person will not be able to have any gain from the useless items and will not even be able to sell them. They are probably lying in the bush somewhere getting soaked in rain.

Kate UK told me that Nonya is away in South Africa staying in Cape Town. Nonya called me saying he was in Ummiah and could not come because he had spent the morning with a friend who had just come back from Lagos and now it was too late to think about coming to and from Amaudo with these bad roads. 30 minuets later that Ernest turned up. He said he did not want to disappoint me and that I needed milk. Nonya is sick in bed with malaria. I said is he not in Cape Town. He said Nonya is too sick to go to Cape Town so he missed his flight. I said how can that be if he phoned me asking to come yesterday and phoned me 30 minuets ago to tell me he was seeing a friend and would not be able to make it any more. Ernest spoke a lot of funny things. He emptied lots of photos of English people from his wallet and said how they were related to him. I was not really bothered as I have met plenty of whites from England so I don’t see them as anything amazing. He kept asking what to buy me as a gift as if I have no money of my own. What’s your shoe size? Do you like wrapper? Do you like Jeans trouser? What about cover shoe or do you only like sandal? What is the thing that would make you most happy? I looked at him long and hard. I said I know what you can buy me that would make me the most happy. A cold glass of semi-skimmed cow’s milk with a side plate of chocolate digestives and chocolate covered malted cow biscuits. He was stumped because fresh milk is not here and nor is there fridge freezers.