"The Phone Prank that Earned Me the Worst Beating of My Life" - Nigerian Young Lady Narrates

'The Phone Prank that Earned Me the Worst Beating of My Life' - Nigerian Young Lady Narrates
My first phone was a Sagem; it was black, with a little antenna. My dad gave to me when I was in Junior Secondary School two. Before long, my phone status sky rocketed when he got me a Nokia phone; the first ever coloured screen Nokia phone then, and I was in high heavens. The phone was beautiful and I loved it. There was just one little problem - very little, which constantly pricked my bubble of happiness...

What caused me sleepless nights and great worry was that I didn't have too many people calling me. Not too many of my school mates had phones. The few times my phone did ring, it was my Dad or mum calling to either check up on me or leave a message. This got me dissatisfied and I devised a means to get my phone to keep ringing. I wanted to be awoken by loud peels of my phone ringing, I wanted to spend hours talking on the phone and laughing with whoever called me.

What I did was to change the last digits of my dad's number to another (from 73 to 74), then I kept flashing the number. I guess I got lucky one day, when my phone rang and I realized that it was 'that' number calling me back. It was a guy! Scared initially, I eventually decided to play along. This was my chance to make good use of my phone and I was not ready to lose it. So I pretended to be an adult, changed my intonation and we kept talking.

The guy was based in Calabar and he kept asking me when I would visit. He called everyday and he would call me sweet names immediately I picked his call.

"Baby, sweetheart, when are you visiting me in Calabar? I can't wait to see you." He would ask everytime he called and I would devise a lie to cover up my tracks.

I soon became an expert at talking on the phone. I would talk in a light-hearted manner, laughing and cracking jokes as I did. It even occurred to me that I deserved an award for the role I played so well.

He thought he had found his missing rib. After all, I was a grown-up single lady, wasn't I?

About the Author:
Ayo Al is an avid reader and writer, a professional blogger. Check out her Twitter @ibiyesimamaAl.

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