Chimamanda Victoria Eze @amander

Kosi was a young boy of four years old, he was a son to one of my cousin's.
Growing up, I literally nurtured this little boy as if was my own son. We were close like a mother and son.
Even though Kosi respected me so much, there was one thing he would never heed to, even his original mother couldn't stop him.

Playing under the rain was the little boy's hobby, he never missed a chance to play under the rain no matter how unhealthy it was. His mother had tried everything, but each time he was prevented from having fun while it rain, he became weary of cry and falls sick afterwards.
Subsequent occurance had made his mother give up on restricting him.

I on my own part had tried my best but nothing seemed to work. We would only monitor him as he danced around the compound while it rained, and warned him from moving father from our sight. Since playing under the rain seemed a vital part of it, we all accepted it as a little culture.

On one occasion after Kosi had performed his usual habit, he became sick the next day. His joints hurt and he couldn't hide it.
After he was taken to the hospital, it was realised that he had caught pneumonia. The doctor placed him on 3 injections each in the morning and in the evening for straight 3 days.

When Kosi recovered, he couldn't face the fear of having anything cause him to return to the hospital and have those dreadful needles in his buttocks, and so, the habit was ridded.

It had been a while since I last relied on Google Maps to find my way, but I decided to give it a try for this trip. I started my journey on foot around 10am, thinking it would be a simple walk. At first, everything seemed straightforward, Google's voice guiding me with confidence. But as I continued, I approached a street that didn’t sit right with me. I hesitated, thinking, “Can this GPS be serious?” Still, the app urged me to go forward, so I did.

The deeper I ventured, the stranger the path became. The road was filled with unnecessary turns that made no sense. Each corner led me further away from where I thought I should be. That’s when confirmed I was lost. I had gone into a completely different environment, nothing like the area I was aiming for. The houses in this new place were built from wooden planks, a community I never knew existed.

At that moment, the most ridiculous thing happened—Google Maps proudly announced, "You have arrived at your destination." I looked around in disbelief. My "destination" was a quiet, unfamiliar area, in the middle of nowhere. As if to add insult to injury, the GPS then went off. No signal, no directions, nothing. Just silence.

I stood there for a few seconds, trying to gather my thoughts. Fortunately, I had some basic understanding of how the GPS worked, and I quickly recalculated my route in my head. I didn’t waste time, knowing full well I had no business staying there longer than necessary. I retraced my steps as best as I could and managed to find my way back to the main road.

I laugh at the experience, but in that moment, it was no joke. I was just glad I got out before I became one of those stories you hear that leave you shaking your head.

It all started when I bought my favorite charger for 5,000 Naira. It wasn’t just any charger; it was special to me. I had hoped it would last for years and not break down on me, even after five years. I took good care of it, always keeping it safe and using it gently.

One day, I went to a friend’s place and used my charger to boost my phone’s battery. We had a great time chatting and relaxing, and I lost track of the hours. By the time I wanted to leave, it was late. I hurried to gather my things but somehow, in the rush, I forgot my charger at the station. I was so tired that I barely thought about it.

When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I thought about was my charger. I had a funny feeling in my stomach as I remembered I had left it behind. I quickly rushed to the station, hoping it would still be there. But when I arrived, the spot where I had left it was empty. My heart sank.

I searched everywhere, looking under the benches and asking people if they had seen it. I waited for a while, but no one seemed to have found it. It felt like my charger had disappeared into thin air, swallowed by the abyss. I couldn’t believe it. I had treasured that charger, and now it seemed to be lost forever.

As I walked home, I felt a mixture of sadness and disappointment. How could I have been so careless? I should have been more careful and made sure I had everything before leaving. That charger meant more to me than just money; it was a part of my daily life.

I told myself that maybe I could budget and save up to buy a new one. But honestly, it wouldn’t be the same. I regretted taking it for granted, thinking it would last forever. I learned a hard lesson about being responsible for my things and taking the time to check before leaving.

Last week, my fat friend came over for a visit, and I was really looking forward to it. We’ve been friends for a long time, and I’ve always been supportive and never made him feel bad about his weight or size. I figured it would be just another fun hangout like usual.

We had fixed a date for him to come over, and I was excited to catch up. But honestly, I didn’t think much about my furniture before he arrived. I mean, my seats and bed have seen better days, but they’ve always worked for me.

When he finally got here, we settled down to chat and enjoy each other's company. That’s when it happened. He sat down on one of my chairs, and I could hear this terrible cracking sound. Before I knew it, the seat broke right underneath him! I felt so embarrassed; I didn’t know what to say. I reassured him that it was alright and that it had probably been on its last legs anyway.

But then, things got even worse. As the visit went on and we were having a good time, he accidentally spilled something on my bed. It soaked through the sheets, and I knew I was going to have to deal with that later.

Since then, I've been avoiding his visits.
I think the first day signs was a sign to something.
Let's see how it goes shaa.