Is there ever a good time to tell people you've bought an iPhone?
This might not be going where you think it's going.
In the span of less than two weeks, I will have owned three different phones from three different manufacturers, and no, I'm not starting a phone review YouTube channel.
I guess I should start with a "hey guys! I bought an iPhone SE (2020) and it was so goooood!" I bought it two Thursdays ago at such a good deal. My first ever iPhone, bought with money I more or less earned—along with a lot of gifts from friends and family at different times (I appreciate you all!).
It was fast and furious. Small but mighty. It came, it saw, it conquered!
Notice my incessant use of the past tense? Yeah. Fast forward to Sunday morning.
I lost my iPhone, and my Nokia, in one fell swoop (because they fell 'swoop' out of my pocket on the bus home from church).
Two for the price of one, fellas!
I have so many jokes, but I might get sad if I crack even one of them. Who am I kidding.
Yes, I lost two phones at once, and I'm sure I'm in the top 1% now (of number of phones lost at once in Lagos. No? I'm not? Really? Dang.
And yes, I used 'find my iphone' and no, the new owner does not want to be found because it pinged and went offline immediately.
Yeah, it hurts, I guess. Lost a lot of video content that nobody will ever get to see. Lost an entire episode of '4 Sure Tips' that we shot on Saturday. Lost... I lost a lot, but I've decided to take the road of gratitude, because, what else have I got?
For a while I'd been complaining to anyone who would listen that I needed a break. A break from 'it all'. And when I got home on Sunday morning after chasing after a bus from Ojota to Ketu—I covered that distance in 5 minutes and I pay N100 every time? Nah, Legedez>>>>—I realized that everything was... quiet. A twisted answer to my prayer and now I feel like I could've been a little more specific.
For the first time in months, I was, with good reason, alone with my thoughts (and Netflix). And I was thankful. I started to count my blessings. And I saw how easily priorities shifted when tragedy strikes. One moment you care about whether or not you have wireless earbuds, and the next you're trying to break your piggybank to find money for a new phone (which I may or may not be buying). I might end up training pigeons.
While I was alone with my thoughts, I started to question if I even wanted a new phone so soon. All it brought was anxiety (phone calls, overwhelming messages, etc). Now, my slate has more or less been wiped clean!
I started to wonder if I wanted anybody to reach me. I felt like sulking for an entire week, but the world wouldn't stop just because some 22-year old lost his phones (please, the way I’m saying it doesn’t sound like it’s painful, but it is). Nothing would stop except the things that needed my attention, and if that happened, all I'd have done is lost some more. I had to make a hard decision. An ADULT decision, to get off my ass and back to the world. Even though I’d much rather have done this 👇🏾.
Has anything positive come out of this? Yes. I finally finished a few series I'd been putting off for months. And I learned a couple of life lessons and a got newsletter content, so yay! Disclaimer: this wasn't what I was going to put out for you guys this week, but na so life be.
Has anything negative come out of this? Also yes, but let's not do that.
I’ve gotten a new SIM now, and I’m trying to get a new phone. Sure, I’ll be broker than 7 years of bad luck (that was a smart joke), but…
This has been another incoherent entry in Bayo's Bants, Broodings and Brilliant Somethings.
As always, feel free to share your thoughts in the comment section. Laugh, cry, but please don’t tell me sorry, I dey beg.