A mobile phone that costs 60k-plus should be able to kiss you goodnight. Hell, a phone that costs that much should be able to tell you if your fly is open. Samsung Galaxy S III, unfortunately, is not that phone.
A confession: I’m a Nokia sycophant. I have used Nokias all my life. My first Nokia was a 51-something. It was on offer, complete with 250 bob airtime. The ugliest phone I ever used. But 2001 were virgin years of mobile telephony, and it really didn’t matter what phone you had, it was just enough to have a mobile phone. Carrying that phone around felt like carrying an obese baby. And if by some rotten chance it fell on your feet, it would break all the phalanges on it. I’m serious, every last bone. It also had antennae, which, used properly, could maim or even paralyse a grown-ass man, if you thrust it in the right body part. Like the eye, or navel.
Which is ironical because when thugs finally relived me of it – the only time I have had a gun thrust in my face – the antennae didn’t mean squat. But undeterred by such villainy, I continued purchasing Nokias. I bought them because there is a certain reassurance when you buy a Nokia; that it won’t throw you under the bus. Unless, of course, your child pees on it. Or microwaves it.
So you can imagine my gleeful confusion when after over a decade of using Nokias, I got the Samsung Galaxy S III in my possession. Which brings me to another confession: I’m no Savvy Kenya. ...... Read the entire article