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

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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?

Written by

Mercy Geno Apachi

Journalist, Poet, Writer, Emcee, Digital Marketer, Copywriter

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