We, the uncool

I am suprised to discover that Tona regularily visits my site- presumably looking in vain for some sign of intelligent life or making sure I do not shame the family name in which case she is almost comically late. However she has been bugging me repeatedly about a recent post that didnt make much sense to anyone except me. She actually run up to me when I was having dinner a few days ago, grabbed me by the shoulder and hissed in my ear "Minega, WHAT ON EARTH WAS THAT?" I'm thinking I should keep writing those kinds of posts until I have driven everyone away from the site so I can reclaim it for myself but also just to annoy her a bit.
This might not turn out to be such a bright idea because Tona seems to think I am genuinely insane- at least slightly. She seems even more suspicious that everytime she sees me I seem as normal as anyone else and she hunts for signs that I have lost touch with humanity. Explaining to her that posting something in code ON MY OWN WEBSITE does not exactly mean I am mad doesn't really convince her. Poor girl is going to be disappointed to discover that not only am I very sane, I am actually a lot more sane than she is.
Tona has also embarked on the doomed path of trying to change my image- many have tried and failed. "I really should get you a pair of new jeans" She said the other day when she spotted a faded pair I was wearing. She mentioned this to Teta later on "Never mind jeans" Teta says "I think we need to get him a new pair of shoes!" and on it goes. My sisters are trying to make me cool- talk about a doomed experiment.
The real symbol of my lack of cool is my phone- believe it or not, I still have the Nokia 3210, a phone that a thief would return to you if he mugged you. No one uses these phones anymore- the only other person in the world I know using it is Quena who is similarily disinterested in all this new-phones nonsense. This phone is now so ancient that this is the model Shakespeare was rumoured to be in possesion of when he was churning out his classics. Then again there is someone lower on the scale when it comes to mobiles. Christa had one of those old motorola phones in Kigali- the famous 'cyombo'- although I assume she has upgraded by now. The phone revolution passed me by a long time ago.
But all this- the old phone, the less-than-fashionable dress sense...Yes, I am a member of the uncool. Am I proud of it? Sometimes when I'm not too distracted. Cool passed me by long time ago. It gave a little wave and then it was gone just like that. It's not a conscious effort to not be cool, but just that I really cant be bothered and the rebel in me rejects it. There are enough cool people in the world. I am just one of the few trying to restore the balance on the other side.