by Daniel Nkado
The get-go fourth dimension I tried to kill myself I was sixteen years old.
It all began on a Friday, but ii days earlier I packed my bags to larn dorsum to school.
The twenty-four hr menses had started off really sweet—it was a twenty-four hr menses I had for long been looking forwards to.
That morning, I woke unopen to 5, should hold out nearly the earliest I had always risen from bed.
I took a broom in addition to really swept the house—I didn’t sweep all the sand in addition to rubbish nether the sofas similar I used to do.
I swept them all out in addition to packed them away alongside a dust pan.
I turned on the TV; a forenoon programme was on. That defunct Africa Magic breakfast exhibit that they commonly replayed subsequently on, at unopen to noon.
It was a dissimilar Africa Magic dorsum then—the 1 alongside a cute logo, ruddy background in addition to a sweetness opening tune.
I started getting ready at nearly 7:30, after my dad had barked at me to plow the TV off, that it was fourth dimension for forenoon prayer.
The prayer that forenoon didn’t in conclusion equally it used to—Dad was inwards a hurry too. The schoolhouse where he taught was resuming for the term equally good in addition to equally the vice master copy he needed to hold out in that location quite early.
I scream back I’d sat upward all through the prayer, no sleeping, no slouching, no throwing of head.
No knocking on my caput equally good past times Mum to larn me to bring together inwards the chorus.
I sang loudly along to each song, clapping in addition to twisting 1 time inwards a while—like Mum was doing.
She would occasionally hold off at me from 1 corner of her midpoint in addition to thence plow dorsum to singing.
I know she must get got been wondering what had gone amiss—for anytime I turned equally responsive equally that something must get got gone amiss.
Like the twenty-four hr menses I tried to campaign the automobile when I was exclusively asked to launder it in addition to sent the gold-coloured Toyota crashing into the wall. Story for some other twenty-four hr menses though…
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So similar I said before, I started getting ready at unopen to 7:30, after the prayer was over.
I broke the rubber box in addition to began counting all the naira notes trapped inside.
It came to a figure much lesser than what I had anticipated.
I scream back wondering for a minute if someone had tampered alongside the box.
But nobody could have. It was metallic in addition to ugly, safely hidden inwards the deepest constituent of my wardrobe.
I used a big, bluish pigment bucket beside my bed to climb in addition to accomplish the box whenever I had something to pose in. Mostly pocket-size cash I got from wise in addition to strenuous bargaining during marketplace errands.
I would purchase the manus of plantains, or smoked fish, for N250, or N200, instead of the N300 Mum had written inwards the listing she gave me.
Sometimes, too, I picked coin from the house. Dad tin hold out careless alongside cash at times.
So after counting in addition to re-counting all the notes, I realized it was a dead end.
Not fifty-fifty the China-made of the Motorola Razor I wanted to purchase could hold out sold for that amount.
Thinking for a moment, I reached a decision.
The Sagem My X-2 I was using then, given to me past times Mum, would get got to larn too. I also took along my latterly bought in addition to much-loved Walkman CD player, the get-go truthful electronic gadget I always owned.
I would sell them in addition to brand upward the coin to purchase my Motorola.
A Motorola alongside the fashionable Bluetooth in addition to non the cumbersome infra-red.
A Motorola that played full-length MP3s in addition to non short, voiceless MIDI tones.
A Motorola alongside a shiny covert in addition to an unbelievably slim profile.
A Motorola that played whatever form of video, from brusque funny clips to really clear porn videos of Asian women.
A Motorola that would plow me into a manly somebody monarch when I got dorsum to school!
The biggest device inwards schoolhouse thence was a Nokia that could play dissimilar creature sounds. It was owned past times a guy nosotros called Ammonia.
I scream back how he’d come upward dorsum to schoolhouse alongside the telephone then, in addition to straightaway rendered my Sagem useless.
Instead of my desk, they would at nowadays get together at his, piece he played them all the pre-installed voiced ringtones the telephone had come upward with.
The sounds were loud in addition to really clear, to the amazement of all.
I could yet non honor the right give-and-take to depict how pitiful I felt then.
But that Friday, equally I waited for a bike to accept me to the major route where I would come across the buses going to Onitsha, constituent of my life’s forcefulness was existence restored.
Emeka Offor Plaza was a crazy, chaotic marketplace but I knew my agency around.
And when I finally returned habitation alongside the Motorola, really reduce in addition to charmingly delicate inwards my hand, I realized thence what sky must hold out like.
That black I did non sleep.
The telephone did non sleep.
We both stayed awake till unopen to 4 am inwards the morning.
Sometimes, I would country to myself that it was enough, that it was at nowadays fourth dimension to permit the telephone to rest.
But the adjacent minute, I had turned it dorsum on in addition to was trying to come across if the browser would eventually connect.
I did everything MTN said I should do—added the port number, the proxy address, the access betoken name, everything.
Yet the stupid browser couldn’t opened upward a page.
I finally left it in addition to started playing the preloaded songs in addition to videos. Very cute white people were giggling equally they relished every business office of the sleek device.
I smiled along alongside them, evidently feeling but what they were feeling.
But all that excitement, all the magic, everything disappeared but the even out of the adjacent day.
I lost the phone!
I yet can’t fathom how it happened.
I exclusively scream back walking into my room in addition to looking at the tabular array where I left the telephone earlier going outside—the tabular array but earlier my window—and I saw nothing.
I scream back laughing at first, thinking some supernatural plow of events was at play. Like some mischievous gods from GSM earth were exclusively trying to toy alongside my emotions.
It took several long minutes for me to finally realize the device was genuinely gone.
There were some guys working at the apartment adjacent to ours, ikon in addition to fixing things for the novel household unit of measurement that would hold out moving in, but none of them admitted always knowing anything nearly a phone, or seeing someone exceed through the backyard.
I asked the daughter washing nigh the H2O tank too, a neighbour’s solid help, but she inwards her strange, incomprehensible mode kept laughing at me equally she spread opened upward her palms inwards lack of knowledge.
That night, I tried to kill myself.
I mixed Coke in addition to Fanta together inwards a loving cup in addition to thence drank the mixture.
***
…based on true-life story.
***
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The get-go fourth dimension I tried to kill myself I was sixteen years old.
It all began on a Friday, but ii days earlier I packed my bags to larn dorsum to school.
The twenty-four hr menses had started off really sweet—it was a twenty-four hr menses I had for long been looking forwards to.
That morning, I woke unopen to 5, should hold out nearly the earliest I had always risen from bed.
I took a broom in addition to really swept the house—I didn’t sweep all the sand in addition to rubbish nether the sofas similar I used to do.
I swept them all out in addition to packed them away alongside a dust pan.
I turned on the TV; a forenoon programme was on. That defunct Africa Magic breakfast exhibit that they commonly replayed subsequently on, at unopen to noon.
It was a dissimilar Africa Magic dorsum then—the 1 alongside a cute logo, ruddy background in addition to a sweetness opening tune.
I started getting ready at nearly 7:30, after my dad had barked at me to plow the TV off, that it was fourth dimension for forenoon prayer.
The prayer that forenoon didn’t in conclusion equally it used to—Dad was inwards a hurry too. The schoolhouse where he taught was resuming for the term equally good in addition to equally the vice master copy he needed to hold out in that location quite early.
I scream back I’d sat upward all through the prayer, no sleeping, no slouching, no throwing of head.
No knocking on my caput equally good past times Mum to larn me to bring together inwards the chorus.
I sang loudly along to each song, clapping in addition to twisting 1 time inwards a while—like Mum was doing.
She would occasionally hold off at me from 1 corner of her midpoint in addition to thence plow dorsum to singing.
I know she must get got been wondering what had gone amiss—for anytime I turned equally responsive equally that something must get got gone amiss.
Like the twenty-four hr menses I tried to campaign the automobile when I was exclusively asked to launder it in addition to sent the gold-coloured Toyota crashing into the wall. Story for some other twenty-four hr menses though…
***
So similar I said before, I started getting ready at unopen to 7:30, after the prayer was over.
I broke the rubber box in addition to began counting all the naira notes trapped inside.
It came to a figure much lesser than what I had anticipated.
I scream back wondering for a minute if someone had tampered alongside the box.
But nobody could have. It was metallic in addition to ugly, safely hidden inwards the deepest constituent of my wardrobe.
I used a big, bluish pigment bucket beside my bed to climb in addition to accomplish the box whenever I had something to pose in. Mostly pocket-size cash I got from wise in addition to strenuous bargaining during marketplace errands.
I would purchase the manus of plantains, or smoked fish, for N250, or N200, instead of the N300 Mum had written inwards the listing she gave me.
Sometimes, too, I picked coin from the house. Dad tin hold out careless alongside cash at times.
So after counting in addition to re-counting all the notes, I realized it was a dead end.
Not fifty-fifty the China-made of the Motorola Razor I wanted to purchase could hold out sold for that amount.
Thinking for a moment, I reached a decision.
The Sagem My X-2 I was using then, given to me past times Mum, would get got to larn too. I also took along my latterly bought in addition to much-loved Walkman CD player, the get-go truthful electronic gadget I always owned.
I would sell them in addition to brand upward the coin to purchase my Motorola.
A Motorola alongside the fashionable Bluetooth in addition to non the cumbersome infra-red.
A Motorola that played full-length MP3s in addition to non short, voiceless MIDI tones.
A Motorola alongside a shiny covert in addition to an unbelievably slim profile.
A Motorola that played whatever form of video, from brusque funny clips to really clear porn videos of Asian women.
A Motorola that would plow me into a manly somebody monarch when I got dorsum to school!
The biggest device inwards schoolhouse thence was a Nokia that could play dissimilar creature sounds. It was owned past times a guy nosotros called Ammonia.
I scream back how he’d come upward dorsum to schoolhouse alongside the telephone then, in addition to straightaway rendered my Sagem useless.
Instead of my desk, they would at nowadays get together at his, piece he played them all the pre-installed voiced ringtones the telephone had come upward with.
The sounds were loud in addition to really clear, to the amazement of all.
I could yet non honor the right give-and-take to depict how pitiful I felt then.
But that Friday, equally I waited for a bike to accept me to the major route where I would come across the buses going to Onitsha, constituent of my life’s forcefulness was existence restored.
Emeka Offor Plaza was a crazy, chaotic marketplace but I knew my agency around.
And when I finally returned habitation alongside the Motorola, really reduce in addition to charmingly delicate inwards my hand, I realized thence what sky must hold out like.
That black I did non sleep.
The telephone did non sleep.
We both stayed awake till unopen to 4 am inwards the morning.
Sometimes, I would country to myself that it was enough, that it was at nowadays fourth dimension to permit the telephone to rest.
But the adjacent minute, I had turned it dorsum on in addition to was trying to come across if the browser would eventually connect.
I did everything MTN said I should do—added the port number, the proxy address, the access betoken name, everything.
Yet the stupid browser couldn’t opened upward a page.
I finally left it in addition to started playing the preloaded songs in addition to videos. Very cute white people were giggling equally they relished every business office of the sleek device.
I smiled along alongside them, evidently feeling but what they were feeling.
But all that excitement, all the magic, everything disappeared but the even out of the adjacent day.
I lost the phone!
I yet can’t fathom how it happened.
I exclusively scream back walking into my room in addition to looking at the tabular array where I left the telephone earlier going outside—the tabular array but earlier my window—and I saw nothing.
I scream back laughing at first, thinking some supernatural plow of events was at play. Like some mischievous gods from GSM earth were exclusively trying to toy alongside my emotions.
It took several long minutes for me to finally realize the device was genuinely gone.
There were some guys working at the apartment adjacent to ours, ikon in addition to fixing things for the novel household unit of measurement that would hold out moving in, but none of them admitted always knowing anything nearly a phone, or seeing someone exceed through the backyard.
I asked the daughter washing nigh the H2O tank too, a neighbour’s solid help, but she inwards her strange, incomprehensible mode kept laughing at me equally she spread opened upward her palms inwards lack of knowledge.
That night, I tried to kill myself.
I mixed Coke in addition to Fanta together inwards a loving cup in addition to thence drank the mixture.
***
…based on true-life story.
***
Get all consummate stories past times Daniel Nkado on OkadaBooks or Flip Library! Sumber http://www.dnbstories.com/