BB has taking her away from me

BB has taken her from me, I could see the pride in her eyes as she quickly recharged and sent the text. In a few seconds she is activated, she wanted to test it so she called her younger sister, yes, both her younger ones has BB, she had initially declined, but she later made up her mind on it and there was even a sense or urgency for her to get it.

And quickly she added her, there was a moment of anxiety as she waited for her to receive the invitation, hope the network was not trying to be funny, okay now, you’ve been using a BB, so you figure it out she said, you have to switch it off and put it on again, the sister retorted, method of switching it off was even suggested, just open the back cover and remove the battery, you don’t need to power off first.

Well then, I didn’t think it was ideal, especially as I had done that a few minutes before, when I wanted to see if it came with a memory card. There was an argument that both of their BBs were the same, actually I was beginning to think so, she had told me the specification of what she bought, I didn’t really bother to think about it, to me all BBs were the same, but I wanted her to have something respectable, even if not regal, so she bought the version 3 of the series I suppose, but when this argument came up,

I had to believe her younger sister, she has more experience, she has been using it for some time and this would be her second if I could properly recall, and I have a friend who has the version there two and it looked like what? A curve two or what ever! These names, torch, storm, bold, curve, javelin are enough to confuse people for a lifetime. The only way the argument will be resolved was to remove the battery and check the model number, I almost protested, but for the fact that I had earlier opened it for some reason I don’t remember, I keep mum so that I won’t be indicted.

The BB opened, the younger sister realizes that it is actually a model more recent than hers, she conceded it must be the 4, since the 3 looked something else, I agreed, I had seen the three, looked like what the younger brother has, though more styles, she would have returned it any if it was discovered that she had been sold a lesser BB than what she paid for.

The phone powered as the battery is replaced, and the wait, she is disappointed, it doesn’t seem to be working, the younger sister tries to tweak it, she concedes that the software is more like the torch, not like hers, one of the signs that hers and this were not on the same level. About a minute or two later, we hear a ping, not quite like the BB ping, the first ping has arrived, even if the alert is different.

I made a point of this and she promptly hands it to me, set the sound, I want it to sound like a BB ping, I try, scrolling through sound, they almost thought I have got it, but it was the same, since I can’t find a sound like that on the phone, I left it the way it is. Then she adds her friends, one then two, the three, then a group! Then the gossip, even about me, I don’t care, it’s idle gossip, not harmful and ill intentioned. I’ll just wait for them to finish with it.

She has been all the road all day, through 350km to running around in the town, looking to get one or two things done before she settle down for the fun of watch night, as it is called, but it is not to be, she has been pinging for minutes, I’m there watching patiently, pretty tired myself, I’ve been on the computer all day, I know how these things can be, she takes a moment to remind me about the nights outing, I believe she thinks of the fun she miss with the BB in split seconds and she quickly canceled it, if you are told I’ll be going out tonight after this tiring journey, will you believe? I suspected she wanted a time off with her new Baby, I mean BB, how quick your name can sometimes be given to another, I thought I heard myself being called baby a while ago.

She begged me to urge her to the bathroom, I did, the phone was going down and she needed to charge it, her time in the bath will give the phone some respite. When she came out of the bathroom, she sat for a while, pretending it is not there, very soon she couldn’t resist the pull anymore, and I’m sure she didn’t know when or how she reached for it. Before she came back, the phone had been beeping, about 4 facebook notification and 3 BB messages, she soon discovered that her friends have pinged her BB pin of friends, before long, she is invited to a group, that was were the real issue started.

That was when the gossip started, I had to face issues, I didn’t really mind, a ,man got to do what a man got to do, her laptop was not charging, I managed to get is charging and since I have a vengeance against Microsoft games, I set out to crack that solitaire for intermediate player, I would cast fleeting glances, she was reading aloud, some have this, they can’t do that, I smiled. It was no big deal; I've lived like that. Even a computer freak gets tired with computers sometimes, O got tire, she was still pinging, or they were still pinging, she had shown some testiness a while ago, when she was yet to completely master it, now she was at full gear.

She jumped of the bed, I believe she has discovered she was committing a cardinal sin, when she got in from the bath, she gone straight for the BB, she didn’t go for her cream, the thing a woman will not compromise for anything, she quickly brought out her expensive cream and creamed her body delicately, of course I was severely warned to look away. I complied, no qualms, I returned to the game, with a resolve. Hours later she is pinging and I’m trying to finish a game. We were both tired, me, from sitting in front of a computer all day writing a balance sheet, projected income statements and cash flow analysis and she from a day’s journey. It was time to sleep.

She finally dumped the BB with an instruction to charge other phones, I didn’t want to go home, too late, we had even forgotten to wish people a traditional merry Christmas 12 on the dot, maybe we will ping merry Christmas in a few years, I’m already thing of a BB, my HTC 3g suddenly pales in the face of this, though it is equally as confusing as a BB, trying to impress myself, I had actually said something about the complexity, she didn’t even glance at me to verify if I was talking to her.

I have resigned to fate, BB has taken her away from me, even the baby I heard from the land of her dreams didn’t placate me, I used to be the center of attraction. We slept our separate ways, the way two people would mutually consent to hang a “DO NOT DISTURB” sign when they are tired. I drifted to a land far, far away, beyond the seven seas. So far away that I would never know if I bumped into Aladdin, his mat and his genie.

Some noise yanked me off the dreamland where I was trying to do many things at once, I’d have been relieved to be out of the dream, I was weary of work, but this turned out to be another job waiting for me. I had locked the door when I plugged the phone and was ready to flop on the bed. I guess she went to the door on her way to the rest room, hoping to meet the door not very locked, I guess you would understand that kind of feeling when your body is primed for release and then you meet the door locked, I’m sure your anatomy gets angry and threatens to release anyway, for spoiling its fun.

I went to the door and I couldn’t open it in the first few seconds, frantically touching everything I touched on the lock when I was securing the lock. I heard the groan, quickly I relaxed my brain and thought it through, the lock turns the wrong way to open, the wrong way means, you turn the lock clockwise to open it, even a locksmith will be confused with unconventional locks with that, especially when your body is threatening to dump something not to responsible on you. I’m not really to security conscious, but I like to lock the door, I hate people wondering in and out of the room when I’m sleeping, the faintest of footsteps wake me, just like now.

I managed to go back to sleep, before dawn, the BB was at it again, spewing what I’d call invectives, who cares how how a BB operates? Why bother tell me your network status and all that? I forced my self back, I couldn’t sleep away from home comfortably, I got up, I hated to go, I have hardly seen her. But I had to. It is Sunday and Christmas. I asked her to see me off, trying to pull her off the BB that is already pinging. She took the keys and opened the gates. Welcome to the land of mist, Christmas is always like this, the mist! That is why it is better outside Lagos,

I wonder if Lagosians will ever experience the true Christmas, even the weather seem to agree, or is it the cinder and ash cone effect of the fireworks? But they shoot knockouts and banger in Lagos too, maybe the weather will be a little different, after all, it is Christs day. Nothing as good as taking a pee by the bush nearby in the natural air, I turned as I heard the shout, happy birthday Jesus! She made some exclamation about the weather.

I had to go, she had to see me off, she stopped to contemplate as she takes a few steps, my BB! I can’t take it, the mist was a sinister accomplice, especially as she has been chased by an Hausa man this early a few weeks ago when she was traveling very early in the morning. She went back in to keep the BB and off we go, soon we are at the intersection where I had walked past some Hausa men, they had been sitting on a mat, very close to the road a few hours ago, I wonder if they though their way of life gives them right to the roads, especially when the road is sandy and people are prone to walk by the road side like I did, very close to their mats and kettle.

I asked her to go back, I didn’t want her going back alone along that same road alone. This got me wondering, what will be happening in Zamfara, what will be happening in Yobe? What will be happening in other northern states, will Christians be safe there, will they even have the audacity to spread mats in front of their houses? Hope they stay alert, this will be a good time for Boko Haram to cause some kind of embarrassment. Hope christian folks around there will do their homework on protection. I threw everything behind me, already thinking of this articles.

I got home an started writing immediately I had to so I can go to church. Then my phone rang, my baby was distraught, she accused me of misplacing her chat widgets, I was shocked I had innocently tried to push her mail and connect her facebook unto the BB server, now I have a hard explaining to her how to get them back, even though I am not an expert on BB. Her sister couldn’t even help her, I swore never to touch her BB again. Moments later she called me to tell me that she has found her widget back. I was relieved, I won’t be thinking about someone who is unable to pinging in church. She even extracted a promise from me that I’d touch the BB again.