God is love. He just got me out of a tough situation. Those were five minutes of hell I tell you. I had gone to Mawanga to buy some groceries and so I carried my two phones. When I got to Mawanga however I found out I had only one phone on me. I couldn’t stress myself right then since I thought maybe I had left one in the house. So I walked back, met with my Friend Ranjos whom we continued walking together towards my home. I left him sitting down at our chill spot. Guess what happened when I got to the house? Yes, no smartphone. My recently purchased phone was missing.
Sweating profusely, many thoughts invaded my head. I kept doing the math of what it would cost to get gadgets to access the internet. Internet is one of the primary things that gets my life going. Then I remembered how I had lied to people the previous month of how I had lost my phone and couldn’t be on WhatsApp and Facebook. All I saw was karma doing her thing. Karma is a she, right? I wanted out of WhatsApp and Facebook because I wanted to focus on me. Sometimes I feel these apps are a source of distraction. So I had to do something, I had to get an excuse to ‘stay away’. I then decided to ‘lose’ my phone. Tell you what? Those friends you have on your WhatsApp; those you chat with frequently? Most of them are not real. ‘Lose’ your phone, get out of social media. See who’ll look for you via calls or texts. Those who call and send you texts are your real ones. Some of my friends called and sent texts. Few actually, around four or five. That is how I knew my true friends. One friend, in particular, Lizzie, constantly called. I didn’t return her calls and I felt bad about it. That’s how I knew she truly cares.
I couldn’t control the sweating. I tried calling the two lines on the phone but they were both dead. I concluded right there that I had dropped it on my way to Mawanga and now it is the hands of another human being who has switched it and probably thrown my lines to some bush. Then I remembered I had diverted the calls on one of the lines, Safaricom, to my mulika mwizi. The other one was Faiba, and as far as know, the network does not allow calls. This didn’t make me feel any better because the phone was still missing. I went back to meet Ranjos and narrated to him the predicaments that had befallen his nigga. I shouted to him, telling him how I’m smartphoneless. Summarized for him what happened then I decided to check some small road I tried to pass while going to Mawanga. The road passes through a church which also doubles as a school. On some days it’s open, on some days it isn’t. On this particular day, it was closed. So I had to go walk back and use the long way. Guess what? I saw my phone shining at me. Telling me “thank you for coming back for me” I was happy. That is how I knew God loves me. God is love.