The saga happened 24hrs ago. I came into the office and decided I wanted to go buy pap (ogi) at the cafeteria in the building. Between my going to the cafe and getting back to my desk, my phone disappeared. At first I did not think anything spectacularly had happened, after-all this was not the first time I was leaving my phone somewhere around the building and then getting it retrieved after a while. Anyway, I had a business call to make and I decided not to let the phone dampen my enthusiasm for the call. Fast forward 10 hours after, I had returned from the call, and still no sight of my phones, I still managed not to panic. I called the phones severally and they kept ringing, so I thought, how bad can it be? someone will definitely pick them up or may be, I concluded, they were in my car. So I closed at the office, dashed to my car, dialed severally, and still, I couldn't find my phones. Now, 24hrs have gone by, and my phones have been declared missing officially. I have checked everywhere, my car boot, my drawers, the toilets, behind my computers, the middle of my diary, in the photocopying machine and even in the flower pots on Marina street.
I have had a cell phone since 2001, in my early days in training school. I remember the first phone I bought; it was buy one get one free (MTN BOGOF). My class Governor and I pulled money together to buy the phone and they gave us one Ericsson T9 flip phone as the "One Free". I loved that phone. I was better than all the guys that used Nokia 3600 (remember that strong phone they call "O jabo ko baje"), I was even better than the guys that bought Sagem. I disliked that phone to bits, but it was really functional for those that had it.
But come to think of it, when did we all get "married" to our phones; I think that the marriage for me began when I acquired my Galaxy Note 10.1. Phones stopped being just another tool for exchanging calls or texts, now I check e-mails, do social media, takes notes, work on my websites, the list is endless, so much that even though my misplaced phones are not close to smart, my attachment to my tablet has overflown into my attachment for my phones.
My two phones have a bit of history with me. In 2014 I spent over N200k buying phones. One was a blackberry bold-5 which I bought for N80k thereabout; the phone was a cat with nine lives. It was loved and cherished by my better-half, then it was stolen and it returned. The thief had a change of heart and returned it after a few weeks, after having wiped the memory. A few weeks after it was retrieved, my little baby decided to wash it, and that was the end. I had to replace it. Then I bought a few others that just shut down after a couple of months. Anyway to cut the long story short, after spending over N200k on phones, I decided I had had enough and I was not going to donate any more money to the manufacturers, I decided to buy the Nokia 108 - dual SIM with camera, and another Nokia 104 phone. My team mates at work loved to hate the phones, but I did not care. Some even threatened to remove my SIM cards and throw the phones into the Lagoon over the third mainland bridge, but I never cared. My children loved the phone to bits. They liked the torch light, the camera, and the fact that daddy never haggled for the phones. They even turned one of them to a drum and broke the face, I replaced it of-course (barely a week ago).
Now the phones are missing. I have called them to no avail. I have prayed that somebody, anybody would find it in their heart to pick my call and say I found the phones, but no one has. If someone had picked one of them and said he had taken the phones, I would even have the comfort that my phones would still be loved and nourished as it spends its remaining days in circulation. But so far, nothing. I feel bad for my phones, I do not know if they are under the rubles somewhere crying and waiting for me to find them. I do not know if someone picked them up, bound them together with ugly paper tapes and put them in silent mode expecting me to come and claim them, but how can I come and claim them if I do not know where they are? I do not know if maybe my phone are in one flower stand somewhere, or out on someone's car on third mainland bridge exposed to the elements, battered by the strong winds blowing over the car from the lagoon as the car speeds along or maybe in my car boot somewhere with oil and tyres riding over them. Will my phones remain the same when they come back? I weep for my phones.
I have one solace though, the two phones were last seen together (i hope they are still together), I hope they comfort each other until they find new homes and new loving hands to use them. I will miss you phones. As for the SIMS, I will retrieve them from MTN's New Dawn shops down the street. For the contacts, I have most of them backed up on Google sync on my tablet. The others I will either request for again or I will wait for them to call me and then I can re-save the contacts and then pray to retain them without my children deleting them on any of their free play occasions. But I must move on while it is dark, before my lost but ringing phones create service issues for me, making my customers start to think I do not care to return my calls after they had called me severally.
Come to think of it, if I feel so bad about my phone, how would those parents who lost children to BH feel about their children?
I go to buy a new phone and retrieve my SIMs; I hope I find a finer phone than the ones I lost.
Thank you for sharing my pain.