CONTENT OF THE DAY!

I like to say I have a thing for consistency. Once I’m locked in on something, no matter the odds, I’ll always show up. That’s why on a day like this, the worst day of my life so far, I’m still here writing, because writing isn’t just what I do anymore, it has become who I am.

There’s such a thing as the worst day of one’s life, and I always imagined mine would be losing someone dear to me. But today, although I did suffer a loss, it wasn’t a person, it was a thing. Something that had become an important part of me, what I jokingly call the love of my life.

I lost my phone today.

I still can’t believe it. The same phone that had once been an answered prayer. The same phone that contained every important detail of my life. It mattered too much.

I was on a shuttle bus from Ring Road to UNIBEN after an impossibly stressful day trying to sort out a document issue. As the bus drove off, I reached into my bag to bring out my phone and use it and, lo and behold, it wasn’t there.

Panic washed over me instantly. I started searching my bag endlessly, already crying as I searched. I had to alight from the bus and check every single inch of my bag, but it wasn’t there.

That was when I almost ran mad.

I was crying hysterically, completely forgetting I was in public. I literally pulled off my wig, glasses, bracelet, everything became a blur. Nothing made sense anymore.

I cried so hard I lost my voice. I walked all the way back to Ring Road, to the very last place I remembered using the phone, a POS stall, only to get the heartbreaking confirmation that it was truly gone.

And for the first time in a really, really long time, I had suicidal thoughts. It took the friend who was with me to stop me from jumping in front of a trailer, lol.

Because where do I even start from? What’s the point of going on?

It wasn’t just about getting another phone. So much of my life was inside that particular phone. How was I supposed to survive?

For someone who has already been going through so much, it honestly felt like the universe just wanted me to lose it, and I did. I screamed, I cried, I threw tantrums, I hit objects, I almost even raged against God. That’s how much it meant to me.

Dearest reader, like a writer I love once said: “When you’re punched in the oesophagus by a fistful of life, drink water and remember that every year 2 billion people die of dehydration.”

So after all the trekking and stress, when I finally got home, the first thing I did was take a bath and then make myself a big bowl of hot, spicy noodles. Because life may be tough, but noodles still bang… and well, there’s God.

Tired much. How was your day?

@favvy_Okwans🖤