I Think Something is Trying to Send me a Message About my Phone

So I lost my phone for about 5 hours. 

I was so devastated in those hours. Momentarily becoming Nancy Drew – tracing my steps to when, where, what and who could’ve dipped their hands in my tote bag. 

Calling everybody (with button phone)to hear if I could catch a hint of thief in their voice. 

Sobbing for the loss of my unbacked up data and museum worthy chats. Wondering where to begin from because I am not as rich as I lie to you people every now and then. 

Then I find the gu phone comfortably, silently, sitting on top of the fridge! 

Didn’t think I’d ever have the urge to give a phone the beating of its life so bad.

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At this rate, I don’t know! 

I think something is trying to send me a message about my phone. Or my phone is trying to break free of our toxic commune.

Because tell me why today I left my phone behind the boda guy’s backside when we parked, and I remembered 10 minutes later?

I was on a boda texting, then some very demure-less rain started from nowhere. 

The ninja I am barely carries bags.

So I decided to fix this android just under the rider’s jacket from the back. I reached my gate, alighted, paid and climbed those exhausting stairs to my apartment. 

Two glasses of water and a quick apple bite later, I remember I need to make a call. I FROZE. I PANICKED. I SHIVERED. MY PHONE!!

Lord I Cheptegei-d downstairs, back into the rain. Retracing my steps. NO PHONE! I TEARED! 

Then in that helpless moment, my boda in orange shining armor rides back.

 I swear I saw this moment in slow motion with some Indian music playing in the background. 

He halts,

“Madam, now what were you going to do? You’re very lucky i stopped to buy chapatti. Guy n’ambuza nti what if the phone falls? I look behind… ehehehe. You are so lucky because I didn’t even know”

Somehow, I didn’t hear all that then. I just stood there and saw him talk and hand me my phone in slow motion.

What does my phone want? What is it looking for?