WHERE DID MY AXE HEAD FALL?
Losing
something, someone important you have fought so hard consciously or
unconsciously to keep, or have taken granted that such a thing can ever be
taken from you is one of life cruelest cold water in the face moments. When
life hands you lemons make lemonade. At least those are lemons, what if it is
bile or scorpion venom what do you make of it?
A
Suicide potion!!
You
never know what you have until you lose it. I never knew the true meaning of
these words until I lost what introverts like me in computer age call “their
true best friends”. It was like one of those moments in “Glee” (yeah, I am a
“glee” fan, in my head I am an invisible club member) when you are soaked in
slushy during your very happy moments. I was ‘slushied’ when I had the goofiest
smile on my face.
The
grief of the loss of my mobile communicators is what makes me write this blog
today, after such really long, boring and totally annoying procrastination
habit of mine. Blogging is fun but I guess that was exactly what Apostle Paul
was lamenting about in the book of Romans 7: 19. The reason why the loss of a
mobile phone is unusual to me might be strange to you. It is not every day one
person loses two phones in one night. But the thing is, I have never ever
misplaced a mobile phone and I have been using mobile phones since their
introduction into the Nigerian market. And I have bragged about this as if it
were sort of an achievement. So you can imagine the pathetic sound of my
deflating balloon. I seem to hear it in every “pele”, “eyaa” or “awww”
and in my annoying compulsive urge to tell everyone I meet that I misplaced my
phones whether the situation requires it or not.
In
all this nothing puzzles me as to how or where it got stolen. I seem not to
remember where, when or how the phones disappeared. I remember I was a little
pissed due to a slight misunderstanding with my mum in her car about the size
of yam I had in my bag. So in my mini-rage, I must have lost a teeny bit of my
presence of mind and devil (or someone/something else) decided to send an
invisible hand to swoop down and snatch my phones. That’s my theory. My
neighbor’s son at the back seat said he saw the phones in my hand when I came
down to open the car booth for the yam seller. What happened after then I know
not. One of the greatest unsolved mysteries of my life!
As
though it were the icing on the cake, water spilled on the ‘chinco’ (china)
phone I was ‘managing’ after the loss, the one I usually throw in the corner
and give to kids to play with when they come to visit. Having no means of
electronic communication, I was cut off totally. *sigh* There’s got to be some
explanation, maybe the stars in space weren’t properly aligned or something. I
am laughing at this (LOL)
Alas
though it wasn’t borrowed, but Master, all I ask is where did my axe head(s)
fall? I wish you would cast in a stick(s) and let them swim.
Hehehe...........
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