Roll over Weekend

Today I am going to rant as much as i can please bear with me.

Friday evening at around Ogba bus-stop by past 6pm i said my goodbye to my walk home friend, I was about crossing to the other side, when I noticed a pot hole and to avoid dipping my legs into the muddy water I had to jump, at this moment i told myself this wasn't even a big pot hole so jumping isn't even a problem. Unknowingly to me my bad soothers were doing me (Yinmu) like a nose twitch, as i raised my legs to the other side to jump pass the pot hole my legs just said and the ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka, I was laid flat on the floor with the LOML (My phone in my side pocket) with the squeak sound I just knew it was over.

My naija people can exaggerate ehn, but they are very caring, I had about four or five people come to my aid to get me up the muddy floor. Lets skip the part where they started asking me how I fell, what was I doing, maybe she was pressing her phone, she probably got distracted, me that i was still screaming inside my mind Why O Why! I reached for my side pocket and then I realized my pocket was torn, that is to say my phone was the squeak sound i heard.

My phone is gone, the screen cracked like a dark crack hole, rainbow colors were popping from my device when i clicked on the unlock button, like i love rainbows but please why does it have to be on my phone, I liked it better when i looked at the sky.

I have never felt so heartbroken in my life, no money, no phone, no movies, no lover just myself and a long boring weekend ahead.

I accepted my fate and I scaled through the weekend with my best friend who made jest of cracked head phone making a hell of noise (Alarm) with no way to shut it up.

The phone has refused to switch off since Friday evening ooo like if I was using the phone na fight we dey take scale through to the other day and now it's been more than 48 hours and it is still haunting me.

I miss you so much my darling Huwaei, please come back to me, I promise to be a good girl.