By Moribego ‘Ribi’ Madubanya
Mariah Carey wasn’t kidding when she sang “obsessed”. I know this because I Know what it feels like to have a stalker.
My first experience with stalking was in high school when a guy called ‘Keletso M’ harassed the hell out of me. At first I thought it was just an innocent crush, till this day I don’t know what he looks like or if that’s his real name. All I know about him is that he is a year older than me and went to St marks College. I don’t know how he got my numbers but he wanted us to date, I obviously refused because how do you date someone you don’t know?
He would call every single day without fail till I got curious and wanted to see what he looked like, then a friend called and said he is scared. I got annoyed and told him to never contact me but he didn’t listen so I got hostel mates to tell him off. He took it easy on the calls and went to smses, I blocked his number but then that cellular network had unlimited call backs and he would send no less than a 100 call backs a day. (I swear I am not exaggerating)
But that’s not all, whenever I was home for the weekend he would call and say “I can see you, you are wearing a lime green skirt with floral prints” this always made me run for my life, It made so uncomfortable and I felt so unsafe knowing that someone is watching me and I don’t know what they look like. What hurt the most was that when I told people including my family they laughed it off as an innocent crush.
One school holidays he called my mom’s number, I have no idea no idea how he got her numbers but that was the breaking point for me. I called the cops but a female cop laughed at me and said it was just an innocent crush till I explained everything to her. They called him and after that he called, apologised and never bothered me again. Well I also changed numbers.
Second stalking incident was in 2015, this time I was being stalked by a girl. Of course it had something to do with a boy. She would like and immediately unlike my instagram posts, oh the was a time where she tagged herself on my face book picture. It went from that to getting texts like “Why are you such a bi**h” I called the numbers back and she said she sent the text to a wrong number.
She went on to just call and keep quiet; when I stopped answering she went on to social media. Whenever she and her friends saw me at the library they would shout out my latest post. Even went as far as quoting my blog posts (when blog posts so great they can’t even hate)
Two years later she is still obsessed with me; earlier this year on the day I got my driver’s licence she called pretending to be from this media company, when she heard about me getting my licence she told me how petrol prices always go up. I was annoyed but did not let that dampen my spirit, I still celebrated getting my licence.
What am I going to do with this one?
Not everything and everyone is worth your time and energy.
Third and hopefully last incident is with someone called “ Machell” aka “Akaziwa” this one is the definition of crazy. I Would find her entertaining but she disturbs my sleep. Sometimes he’s male the next she’s female. She started on WhatsApp pretending to be this Zulu guy who finds me irresistible when I blocked her she resorted to calling me at 02 am. My sister told me to stop answering cause “what if it’s a demon?” so girl you can stop calling, I won’t answer. I sent her a text saying “If you don’t stop calling, I will sue you for harassment” lol, I woke up to four missed calls.
The last call I answered she told me how she will be with him while I attend the awards ceremony, hold up I meant when I go to collect my awards. Imagine! Baby girl, your career will never wake up one day and decide to leave you.
She also told me how she hopes I don’t win, pssh, Wish not granted. Greater things are coming.
Anyway thanks for listening to my award winning radio show, reading my blog posts and taking interest in my social media accounts. I am humbled.