Let me tell you about that time I took a phone to school when I was in J.S.S.3 and how it was promptly seized.
My parents always had this fear of me getting kidnapped so to make sure I was safe, they devised a way to check in with me every few hours.
My parents were kind of paranoid. Don’t blame them. They meant well.
So even though it was unorthodox for people my age to own phones at the time, they bought me one.
My first phone!
And made me promise to keep it a secret.
If anyone finds out, murder them.
I lied to them. I couldn’t wait to show everyone at school!
So I went to school the next day. Feeling myself.
They will know who I am today!
My classmates noticed the pep in my step and asked why I was so excited.
Wetin dey do this one?
Then dramatically, I showed them the phone.
YASSSS!!! BOW AND EXALT!!!!!
Everyone went wild!
Remember this was 2003, having a phone as an adult was kind of a big deal so for a 13 year old it was huge.
I was no longer their mate.
Everyone wanted to hold it. Everyone wanted to be around me all the time. I felt like a celebrity.
This must be what it feels like to be Beyonce.
Then our maths teacher came in for first period so I had to quickly hide the phone.
In my trusty school bag.
30 minutes into the class, something terrible happened. The phone began to ring.
The teacher asked where the sound was coming from. No one answered.
Nobody wanted to snitch.
It kept on ringing so it didn’t take him long to find the source.
My school bag.
He told me to give the phone to him. I had been caught.
I was distraught.
As I took the phone out of my bag, I looked at the screen, wondering how my parents could possibly call at a time they knew i’d be in class.
Mummy and Daddy, Why na?!!
But it wasn’t a call. It was an alarm.
An alarm I KNOW I did not set.
Apparently while the phone was being passed from person to person earlier, someone probably set an alarm by mistake.
And then I thought, what if someone set the alarm to ring when he/she knew we’d be in class with a teacher?
What if someone set me up?
My parents had to come to school the next day to beg my Maths teacher for the phone.
We didn’t think it through. We’re very sorry.
They didn’t give the phone back to me. My life as a celebrity was over.
Back to being regular.
I never figured out who set the alarm or why.
And even though i’m now an adult, the thing still dey vex me sometimes.
Because deep down, I still believe someone set me up.