I’m currently writing this in the office because I honestly do not think it can wait. First and foremost, thank God for its Friday. You’d notice that my usual enthusiasm is absent. It’s not because I’m unhappy or anything but it’s just that the events which have transpired between 6:00 pm yesterday and this point in time have left me in a daze.
I usually close from work by 5:30 pm every day. Yesterday was no different. That is until it started raining. Someone dropped me at the junction in order for me to get a cab. It wasn’t so easy because, by the time I got a cab, the rain had beat like 2,000 followers out of my body.
Moving on, I got into the vehicle and I got to my destination. I think this is a nice time to tell you that I wasn’t going home straight away yesterday because I had to pick up an order. So, I met with the person, collected my order and eventually made it home. I practically swam to my house (Please if you have any affiliation with people in the government that can liaise with the chairman of Obio/Akpor local government to look into the drainage system that Rumuokwachi road has, I’d really appreciate it).
As I was saying, I got home and explained why I was late, dropped the bread I bought and proceeded to get my phone to reply to my WhatsApp messages. I checked my bag for it, checked and checked for it. It took about five minutes for me to realize that my phone did not make it home with me. You should have seen me last night. I asked myself questions like why did it have to rain?, what if I hadn’t gone to pick up the order, why did I not check to see if my phone was really in my bag? I just couldn’t take it. It wasn’t just something I would take lightly and it was nothing like my “Phone-napped” post from 2017 see here. I refused to believe that my phone will just disappear like that. I just got this phone and I wasn’t about to lose it.
I went right back into the rain with my brother to search for my phone. I was so confused and I couldn’t pinpoint where I had misplaced it. I kept praying for a miracle because my phone is pretty expensive. We searched and asked people questions but there was no positive result.I even called some of my friends to try to track it but they couldn’t (apparently, I hadn’t activated the find my phone stuff on my phone. Activate yours dears, just in case). Eventually, I gave up and we got home by 9 pm.
Funny enough, we kept dialing my number and it kept ringing from that time till this morning. I was eventually convinced that I forgot it in a cab but then again, I wondered why the cab driver hadn’t seen it yet. Last night was pretty shitty because I was freezing, I had lost appetite and I couldn’t sleep. I kept waking up at intervals to dial my number (which was still ringing as at 3 am) and to think. I prayed a lot because I refused to believe that my phone will just go like that.
I’m rounding up now, don’t worry. This morning, I woke up very early and started calling my phone again. At a point, it was switched off and I was already scared but in all situations, we have to trust God too much to give up. I got to the office and proceeded to dial my number again. This time, someone picked. This guy told me that my phone wasn’t stolen but he picked it up. I was so happy until he dropped the bombshell. Oga said “we don’t need too much talk. I’ll give you your phone but the thing is that I’m very broke so you’ll have to bring 20,000 naira to collect your phone. At least, it will teach you a lesson”. I didn’t even know what to say at that point. I just agreed and he told me where to meet him. I called my friends and told them the situation at hand. One of the staff in the office agreed to accompany me.
We got there and that’s where all the drama started. They were watching us to see if I brought the police. They made me wait for a long time and then they started giving other directions till they succeeded in leading us to a secluded place. I was already scared by then. Eventually, after everything, we paid the money and they gave me my phone. You won’t guess the highlight of the whole event. Just guess. Okay, I’ll tell you. These guys gave me 500 naira for transport. 500 naira out of my money!!
Well, this is Nigeria. Look how we’re living now. That’s what happened, guys. I’m so tired but I’m glad that I have my phone now. I had 77 missed calls by the time I got my phone back. People really thought to call me yesterday sha. Okay,I’m done for now. I should probably go to the canteen to see if I’d get meatpie and a drink.
So, have a nice weekend, guys.
Have you been in this kind of situation before?
Has your phone been held to ransom before? What was your experience like?
What did the guys mean by giving me transport money? Should they have even collected money at all?
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