A story written by Adebiyi Demola (08038195562)
Atlast! I went to thank the guy who kept my card for me, and that was when I got to know that he was a son of Mrs. Adebiyi. No wonder he stood at the ATM!
I left for office after the appreciation.
On getting to office, I checked Mrs. Akin in her office but she wasn’t around, then, I decided to send “call me back” to her and to the rest of the numbers I’ve missed intentionally. Then, I left for my office. After some minutes, my phone started vibrating, an unknown number, then I picked it up.
“Hello, Afeez, where have you put your phone since?” (It was Mrs. Akin’s voice.)
“It was not with me ma. I’m now available ma, I’ve even checked on you in your office”, I replied.
“I’m with grandma. I’ll join you soon” she said.
She came around after some minutes.
“You almost turned me to something else when you didn’t pick the calls up. My mind was not at rest and I have even come to the bank to check on you but I couldn’t see you. I’ve been dodging Oga (boss) since morning, because I didn’t know what to tell him if he asked about you”, she said.
“I’m sorry ma, I left my phone in the bag and kept it in the wardrobe outside, so I didn’t know it was ringing until when I went to take my logbook and saw the missed calls”, I lied.
She thanked and appreciated me for the great job I have done for her and she tried to compensate me with token, but I rejected it in the first instance and later collected it from her when the frustration was too much.
I took permission at office and went back home after some minutes because I was seriously tired.
I got home around 3:00pm, ate the food prepared for me by my sister, then headed to the bathroom to take my bath and slept off soon after my bath.
I woke up around 8:15pm, picked up my phone and saw six missed calls from an unknown number. Since I had no airtime on my mobile phone, I decided to send “call me back” to the number.
After some minutes, a message entered and when I checked it, it contained the pin of a recharge card from the unknown number, I recharged the card immediately.
Wao! Who could have sent me #1000 worth recharge card!! I was flabbergasted and decided to call the number straight-away. I was about to dial the number when my phone started vibrating. It was another unknown number and picked it up without any hesitation.
“Hello o, please, who is this?” I asked inquisitively.
“It’s me nah; you can’t even recognize my voice on phone again. O ga o!” (It was a lovely voice of a lady which sounded familiar) she said silkily.
“Is this not Zainab’s voice?” I asked doubtfully.
“Yes o o o!” she replied joyfully and giggled
Me: wao! Can’t just belief this! Where did you get my number?
Zainab: don’t worry about that joor. I learnt that you are in Osogbo.
Me: yeap. Who told you? (I asked curiously)
Zainab: we shall talk when we see on Saturday joor. I’ve seriously missed you o.
Me: really? Same here too. Are you also in Osogbo?
Zainab: no, but I will fall in on Saturday.
Me: no problem. But wait o! Were you the one who sent me airtime some minutes ago?
Zainab: me ke! Rara o, or should I send you ni?
Me: don’t bother o.
Zainab: catch up with you on Saturday dear.
Me: alright. I wish you Journey mercy in advance.
Zainab: thanks dear. Byeee! (She ended the call).
I can’t just belief I could still here from Zainab ( I was overwhelmed with the memory we shared together when we were in Polytechnic) I was lost in the emotional feeling when I remembered that I have not called the number that sent me the airtime. Then, I dialed the number…