FAMILIAR AFRICAN STORIES
For the next three weeks, I’ll be doing a series called “Familiar African Stories.” It’s basically familiar Nigerian stories anyway but I believe Africans can relate to them as well. These stories are fictional stories inspired by people’s experiences, the stories people have told me and the stories I’ve heard while mistakenly eavesdropping.
You’re free to join me by mailing in in your tori toris as well to firstname.lastname@example.org, but for the time being, please enjoy this one.
I was at NSLT 4 one time like that, frolicking on Instagram when this young lady started narrating her story.
DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional o! Any resemblance to your own life is divinely coincidental.
There was nobody to help me. That’s how this guy just left with my brand new phone!
Martha was inside the room when the thief came, I just knew she would be concentrating on her Instagram with her headphones on. I’m still crying over the loss of my phone.
Oh, if only I’d known! If only I’d known, I wouldn’t have used that #50,000 to buy that new phone. My dad told me to keep the money and use it for the club registration but I really needed the phone. I couldn’t bear being away from Tosin and I couldn’t bear not having a phone to take pictures with when I traveled to Obudu Cattle Ranch. Chai, if I knew, I wouldn’t have bought the phone.
You know it was really dark, only 7pm and it was dark already. I went out of our room to pick up the shoe I’d kept to sundry outside. I really didn’t know someone was standing there at the backyard. He grabbed me from behind and put his hands on my mouth, muffling my screams. He kept pressing my body. I stamped my feet on his and tried to ram my right elbow into his side. It didn’t work, instead he removed his hands from my mouth for what seemed like 2seconds and hit my head. Shit! The pain was real! Still grabbing me, he searched my body and took my phone from my pocket. He even showed me the knife he was with.
HIV is real! My life is better than my phone!
I let him take my phone and by the time I ran back inside to shout, he was far gone, or maybe far hidden. I really didn’t get to see his face.