Happy one-year-old birthday to my
phone and Tribute To My Old phones
You’re one of my most prized
possessions and I pray for many more
functional years together.
This is the first phone I’ve had that
has lasted up to one year since I had
my first phone in 2004 so I gotta
take you guys through the life and
demise of all my other phones.
My very first phone was a Nokia 1100
and I got it after my 18th birthday
in 200 level.
My sister who’s 2 years older than me
had the same phone and I loved it.
I begged and begged my dad before
he finally conceded and gave me the
money to buy the phone. I didn’t
receive a lot of calls or texts on it
(until I started responding to those
“I want to meet a girl” Ads on the
radio but that’s not why we are here
today) but I spent a lot of time playing
the snake game on it.
The most memorable incident that
happened with this phone took place
a few months after I bought it.
I used to put my phone in the back
pocket of my jeans trousers and on
this day I went to one of the toilets
in Moremi hall where I stayed, pulled
down my pants and off the phone
fell into the toilet.
I was a 200 level elect/elect engineering
student at the time so I ought to have
known better but I took out my precious
phone from the toilet (thankfully it was
clean) and washed it with soap and
water in the sink. I then dried it thoroughly
with my towel and spread its parts
in my room.
24 hours later, I assembled the phone,
turned it on and it came on but still
had a few liquid marks.
I took it apart again and after another
24 hours, it was completely dry and
good as new!
Those were the days when phones
Sadly, our time together was short-lived.
This phone was stolen from me during
a test around that staff school area
still in 200 level.
We were asked to drop our bags in
front of the class and I naively/foolishly
left my phone in my bag.
After the test, I picked up my bag to
leave only to find out that my beloved
phone had been stolen
. I wasn’t a crying person then so I
didn’t shed physical tears but I bled
in my heart.
My second phone was a Nokia 6230i.
I bought this phone in 300 level.
It was the first phone to have all the
relevant phone features at the time –
music player, radio, decent picture
It was quite expensive and I wonder
where I got the money to buy it.
Anyway, at some point during my IT,
I was yet to learn from my experience
with my old phone and again pulled
down my jeans with the phone in
my pocket and it fell into the toilet
I rinsed it out this time around, took
the phone apart, dried the parts,
and left it in rice for 24 hours.
But I guess Nokia’s phone quality had
deteriorated as the phone failed to
Writing this has made me aware that
village people must have been following
me for a pretty long time now because
rather than take the phone to a reputable
repairer with a roof over his head, I took
it to one of those phone repairers who
only had an umbrella over their heads
and a signpost saying they fixed phones.
I paid the amount asked and several
days later when I returned to pick up
my phone, I was told the phone could
not be repaired. I asked for a refund
for the money I paid but the guy just
laughed at me and gave back my phone.
That was the end of my precious phone.
My 3rd phone was a Nokia N96 (I was
very loyal to Nokia).
This phone cost me almost N50000 and
I am ashamed to say I spent all the
money I saved during my IT on it.
But it was a gorgeous phone.
It slid upward, had a large screen, a large
memory to contain all my plenty songs,
and was very loud speaker
So this particular feature appealed to me.
I guarded this phone carefully and did
not even take it to NYSC camp at
Adamawa so that village people
would not steal it – I took with me a
N3000 Nokia phone instead whose
only useful features were a call button
and a radio.
However, our time together was very
brief as it also ended up being stolen.
One fateful Saturday, I went to Eko
market with my sister to buy baffs.
We had visited a few shops but I
saw no outfit that tickled my fancy
(I was a very picky shopper).
There was a particular shop where
we spent more time than usual – you
know how it is - You tell the
salespeople what you want and they
bring something that looks nowhere
near what you described.
You tell them you need to leave and
they beg you to stay and lie to you
that they have more options.
They eventually bring more options
but they too do not suit your needs.
Anyway, we left without buying
anything and it was after we left
the shop that I searched for my
phone and couldn’t find it.
I went back to the shop and asked the
sales girls if they saw my phone.
They exclaimed that they didn’t see it
and one of the sales girls made a
snide remark saying; losing my phone
was a consequence of my going up and
down to shops and trying on clothes
without buying anything.
I suspect she was the thief who stole
my phone but I had no proof and the
phone had long since been switched off.
I used old Nokia phones whose names
I can’t remember during the blackberry era.
I never owned a blackberry because
the performance was ill-suited for my
impatient temperament and I was
saving for an iPhone.
I eventually bought my first iPhone in
I think I bought it online and my uncle
who lived in the America brought it to
Lagos for me during my Grandma’s burial.
It was an iPhone 4s and was so slick
I was still a learner at the time and did
not know how fragile iPhone screens were.
A day before my grandma’s burial, I was
charging it in the living room in the village
and placed it on the table.
My sister moved her chair backward to
get up and somehow our phone wires got
crossed and my beloved baby sorry
phone slipped and fell and the screen
I do not remember if I cried or not.
I asked around and was told it would
cost N20000 to fix the screen.
I paid N95000 for the phone and did
not have an additional N20000 to fix
the screen so I kept using it with the
I took it with me to grad school in the
US and one night, after studying in
the library, I dumped the trash from
what I ate and drank in the bin and
left for my apartment.
When I got home, I searched my bag
and pockets for my phone but couldn’t
I was studying in a cubicle by myself
in the library so I didn’t think someone
stole it from me.
Unfortunately, the library had closed.
Early the following morning, I went
back to the library but the trash had
People of God I asked for where trash
was emptied and I went to the trash
disposal area at the back of the library.
I kept doing “find your iPhone” but I am
sure the battery was long dead by then.
I pleaded with the trash people to help
me look for my phone before they disposed
of it but they told me they didn’t sift
through the trash before disposal.
That my friends was how I lost my very
There would be more phone losses in
To be continued…
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