I have been hesitating to write this out but this week a polite, hard-working team of customer service agents has convinced me that it is necessary.

I have only one mobile phone number. It is 0792 800080.

I am not afraid to give it to you because I am not a slave to the phone any more. By that, I mean that your calling me does not translate into my answering the phone, and my missing your call does not constitute an agreement of any kind that I must call you back.

This works much the same way you have no guarantee that you will see me or hold a meeting with me if you suddenly show up at my front door (office or home). I might not be in; or I might be in and in an earlier meeting; or in the toilet…

In the same spirit, when you send me an SMS or any other type of text message, it is not the same as the two of us signing a contract.

You cannot demand my presence somewhere just because you have organised a wedding meeting and notified me of this achievement by SMS.

There is a protocol to all of this that, put together, one can call etiquette.

Sadly for people like me, it does not apply to every single person in one’s social circles, and so there are those people who in spite of years of deliberate conditioning will continue to break the rules.

Or they try to: they create missed call notifications on my phone before 0800hrs and after 2100hrs, send random once-in-four-to-six-months text messages asking for loose money, and insist on believing that I can actually make employment happen for people strictly on the strength of my knowing their (caller or caller’s relative) name.

It took me a while to get to this point. At one stage in my life I had four cellular numbers and walked around with five mobile phones. Plus, I spent quite a lot of energy getting my phone numbers synchronised and keeping all phones charged at all times. Bart Phone

Now I have only one number and one phone (which I still struggle to keep charged) and I try not to suffer the mobile phone anxiety that once had me operating life on the basis of how much my phone was charged or its proximity to either of my hands.

I do not answer each and every single phone call that makes it through to my phone handset, and I rarely risk life by operating the phone while driving, in the bath, lighting sigiris, etc.

And I no longer feel anything for the whining declaration: “But I called you!”

I may not respond with a snide remark, but I do spend time teaching people the use of SMS to relay the message for which the failed phone call had been made; plus stressing how much cheaper, shorter and more convenient that mode of communication is.

Most failed callers also don’t realise that they themselves are at fault when they call and don’t get through a couple of times then wait a week or a month to raise a complaint.

The polite, hard-working team of customer service agents who have brought on these revelations was doing a good job but broke a rule of mine that I had officially told their company about. When they first called me months ago I informed them that I preferred to provide customer feedback by email or SMS rather than over the phone. I asked them to note that in their system so that I would never receive another phone call – though I was grateful that they were good enough to make calls.

On Wednesday, they called me up again, and I patiently but firmly told the lady caller to please update the system to reflect my preference – and she politely agreed. Twenty minutes later, her colleague called me up and I lost all patience.

I know THEY won’t be calling me again.

This is not arrogance or haughtiness, as I’ve explained to many other friends, contacts and clients. Phone calls are appropriate for certain types of communication and should be used only on occasion.

When a very close relative (very close!) suffers a puncture by the side of a dark road in the middle of the night and can’t reach their spouse or closer relative, I can understand the need for them to call someone for help with the number of a mechanic and whatnot. To send an SMS, email or WhatsApp in that situation is plain stupid unless one is simply logging the information for later use, rather than seeking urgent, immediate intervention.

To establish whether I am happy about one’s services, an email works much better for me.

The thing with most callers, I find, is that they expect you to drop what you are doing to attend to the call – which you sometimes practically can’t. It’s the equivalent of someone stopping you on the street for a conversation as you rushing to a meeting/the toilet/your childrens school.

On my phone, I exercise the same rights I have to continue walking to the meeting/toilet/shopping mission/etc, when you bump into me on Kampala Road or Hoima Main Street.

Technically, I also prefer emails and texts because those allow me to keep a record of what I am saying or doing, much better than my memory of a phone conversation ever could – (not only because most callers are so boring the conversation is rarely memorable).

And, most of all, I can park an email or text and handle it when it’s appropriate after wrapping my mind around whatever issue needs sorting. Whereas there are phonecalls that dissipate into thin air the moment one hangs up because the next, more urgent phone call fills up the action space.

I laugh when I recall trying to concentrate scarce energy and focus to tackle complicated topics at the buzz of the phone.

Of course if Charles Mbire, Sudhir, Patrick Bitature or Theo Paphitis called me up at ANY time of night or day, I would immediately sit up and focus.

But Uncle Jackson Kewerimidde of Kabulasoke dialling to ask me “Wama how much do you think we should spend on drinks for the party in three months’ time? And do you think we should slaughter a whole cow or just buy goat’s meat by the kilo…?”

Dropped call.

Especially if I am standing at the front of a press conference at UBC or in the middle of a face-to-face conversation with *anybody* (insert any name there).

And that rule of face-to-face is extremely important – a bird in the hand is worth two on the phone.

So, short re-cap: my number is as above. My email address is as below. Use the latter, not the former – unless your conversational abilities are stronger than my preference for texts.

Hitler Phone

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  3. […] It’s been a while since I have been here and so much has happened since I last was but there’ll be more on that later. Last week I had the pleasure of attending two seemingly similar events and yet they couldn’t have been more dissimilar. The first one was the British Council Young Creative Entrepreneur where young people from Uganda were pitching their nascent ideas on disrupting the fashion business in the hopes of a chance to attend the London Fashion Week and get their business idea bought by the powers that be. “The Young Creative Entrepreneur category will recognize the work of 10 people whose businesses are making the UK creative economy exciting.” Says the official website.  It was unmemorable not as much for the décor but rather the somberness of the event. The fact that the place was laden with the diplomatic corps was enough to freak anybody out without the restriction on taking pictures. But more on that another time. The second event was the Local Area Networking event for the ICT Association of Uganda. An inaugural event in its own right but more so because it represented the first step in a journey – definitely in the right direction. Held at Gatto Matto and attended by the who’s who in the tech scene in Uganda, this was the event to be at. From people who adopted technology in their later years to people I knew 5 years ago who more than wrote coded for Facebook startup apps. Later in the evening as I watched the crowd thin out and the die-hards cluster closer together in smaller groups and huddle round hushed ideas I realized this scene was one like in any minority community. When the well-wishers and the crowd go home is when the purists came to life! The one whose ideas kept them awake at night, the ones whose passion gave them a slightly maniacal glint in their eyes, the ones whose only claim to notability was their sheer ability to never be outworked; the workhorses, the beasts, the ones you call when you want to lift it (anything: from projects, to proposals to mobile apps to grant applications to startups – anything! ) off the ground (I have a theory on these people but that’ll be for another day) and I was reminded of a few things that day: 1.       Meeting New People: You are never as famous as you think with geeks. Milling about I bumped into some serious tech powerhouses, the kinds of guys who you read about winning awards but who were completely oblivious to their surroundings or who was around them; proving the  often over used cliché about geeks’ social awkwardness. So, lesson: be polite, introduce yourself and say what you do. Simply, clearly and deliberately. Geeks hate flakes and they can smell them out quite quickly. Also, whatever you think you have done, it’s not that important because there is a guy in that crowd hoping to cure cancer or to single handedly close the digital divide. So be humble. 2.       Old Ideas Told in New Ways: In the course of the evening I happened to bump into Joseph Kaizzi who I hadn’t seen since my bachelor night sendoff night a few weeks ago but who we really hadn’t sat down and talked with for a while. He told me how his startup was (Tambula is a startup helping boda boda riders track their bikes when they are stolen and a host of other disruptive technologies) For a small fee he will install a tracker and in case your boda ever goes walk about he’ll know here it is. The conversation centered on his first two cases of theft and resultantly tracking; how he’d worked close to 36 hours to track down both bikes – a story only he can narrate with that much verve. As I listened to him tell me how Bing maps actually delivered better ground visibility at 4:00am in Fort Portal and the challenges of trying to orient oneself to seeing the world from above I got the tingling sensation that he had actually stumbled on something new – a problem.  He might learn to see the world from above or he might develop a way to see the world as people on the ground see it while still looking from above. He would just figure out a way to make his startup more efficient and that self-learning was so reminiscent of many years ago sitting in an old coffee booth talking about the Microsoft Imagine Challenge cup team presentations he held court over with tenacity and ferociousness. 3.       Of Gods and Worshippers; At any of these events one is bound to bump into a geek celeb. Someone celebrated for a being a geek. They could be an inventor, a revered mentor, or just simply the poster child for geekdom. In this respect all three categories were represented in the persons of Solomon King, Michael Niyitegeka and the ever iridescent Evelyn Namara. What one never imagines is how these types interact with each other in the same space; kind of like how handsome guys hate to be in the same space as really hot girls. Both are good – on their own – ALONE. Most people will argue that the interactions are normal and casual until they aren’t. In the course of the evening I talked to a young man who was developing an electro-kinetic charging system; basically a shoe that would generate electricity for charging mobile phones etcetera. As he told me about women in villages who walk long distances and campus kids who walk to everywhere they are going (most likely for lack of money) it somehow slipped into the conversation that Simon Kaheru would need to call him and have a chat with him. I suddenly wished I hadn’t said that. His face paled and he almost choked on some chips. So I probed a little further. It then emerged that phone calls from Simon were as feared and dreaded in his part of the world as in mine – advertising and crisis management. The truth was that Simon had been at the event and had interacted jovially and freely with almost everyone there. The learning for me was not to take my ability to interact with people for granted because you never know who is scared to death of the person you are talking to so casually. That is not to say I am not scared of Simon, or to even imply that I chat with him casually as that would constitute two large fat falsehoods. As we sipped on our drink and glanced across the courtyard at the table where the ‘powerful’ people were I thought how interesting it would be to appear truly and deeply fearless –the one quality that we both agreed was Simon’s hallmark. But it was a good thought and I really needed to move on to living my life again – with fear. That said, I managed to convince the young man to write Simon an email because only thing worse than him calling you is you calling him […]

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