When I'm told that people visit the cyber Cafe, I'm usually left in a state of bewilderment for the next two to three seconds after I'm hit the news, cyber cafe bawo? What exactly are you looking for in a cafe? In this modern age when even the babies in the womb are using Google earth to know their location. Is it Facebook abi twitter that you visit the cafe for? All these and more are the thoughts that foolishly gallivant my mind.

I don't have a laptop, in my year two my laptop got stolen by a group of nit wits who were dropped on their heads at birth, I was at night class that day, ( I no know who send me carry laptop go night class) when the bunch of hoodlums invaded the atmosphere with their body odour and extremely blunt cutlass, you could tell from the way they carelessly let it caress their bodies. These guys collected everything, phones, wrist watches and what not. Finally when the king Kong of the group got to me, the one who won't stop bragging about how he would cut someone's head before he left the hall, he looked at me hysterically and burst into a wild laughter
"Laptop for night class? You sef na wa" he said snatching the gadget from the table while I emptied my bladder in fear and shock.
I had gone home smelling that day, and that happens to be the sorry tale of my laptop.

Its been a while since my laptop bid its goodbye, I can't say I didn't feel its absence but like timaya would say "life anagaga" so my life went on without it. Couple of times I had stumbled upon thoughts to buy a new one but shuddered at it basically because I couldn't imagine the possibility of raising eighty thousand naira to buy a new one, where will I start from? My father will not even answer me, neither will my mum sigh. So I succeeded in going through my education without a laptop with assurance that I would get one by final year but along the way I would be in urgent need of a system.

And finally the day came when I had a project that was due for submission in less than four hours. I would like to state clearly that but for my nonchalant attitude towards things that mattered and my disturbing habit of procrastinating things could have been different.

That morning I got up like an animal on heat, truth is I could barely sleep, sleep how? When I had been dreaming about the project....I had failed to submit it almost two million times in my dreams and the last dream put me in a frenzy, I quickly jumped out of my bed my cloths soaked from sweat, I hopped into the bath tub and got ready for the day.

After much running around I found a cafe "thank you Lord" I walked in and requested for time to type out my project, brothers and sisters I should have known this was a trap from the pit of hell right from the onset when the guy bent his gen before turning it on but no, I disregarded this and sat on to do my work. At exactly thirty minutes into my work the bent gen begin giving signals of shutting down as its tempo rose and dimmed, oga cafe quickly turned to me stating that I saved my work which I did faster than the speed of light and just then did the gen fade into oblivion.

I kept my calm after all I had gone more than half way into my work and was left with about only two pages, all he would have to do is turn some fuel into the gen to get of working. After one minute of scrutinizing the gen even when we both knew why it shut down, the scruffy looking oga cafe walked up to me and requested I paid him.

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"So I go fit buy fuel put for gen"
I gave him a hundred and fifty naira which was the cost for one hour, wondering how much fuel he was going to get at that price as he walked away with his gallon.
Twenty minutes in and cafe boy was nowhere to be found, I kept my cool and waited reminding myself it was about two pages left. At a point I even accused the devil of filling my mind with negative thoughts casting and binding them in their numbers as they came. Almost forty minutes later, the cafe guy strolled in and emptied the content of his gallon, we were then stuck with the battle of turning on the gen as he pulled and pulled and pulled to no avail, he went to the extent of calling people who pulled with him and eventually the gen came on.

I had marked this place even if death had me dragged by its claws, I would never come here but for now I must do the needful. The systems were back on, I located my saved document and continued the race, before I could say jack the systems were off, "NEPA don bring light" he said apologizing for changing over the lines without informing me but as soon as the gen went off so did the lights.

Jesus" I shouted at the peak of my voice, well you guessed right, the pulling started again this time with even his village heads coming to pull the gen, I left my house by 9am and it was already 3pm, but I was left with two pages so I sat still till one guy from nowhere pulled the gen to life, oshey. The lights were back on finally and the system had booted, I located my document but to my utmost surprise it won't open, I tried every means possible but it wouldn't open.
I called the cafe boy and laid my complaints, after twenty minutes of trying he apologized to me and explained that my file had been corrupted and couldn't open.
"What then should I do?" I asked at the point of tears
"Type again, you won't pay for time" he responded
I sat blank for few seconds staring at the desktop while I bit my tongue hard to avoid tears, as I placed my hand on the keyboards to start afresh, the gen went into its epileptic rhythm till it finally died away, I looked to him questioning his next move for which he responded "you fit bring money make I buy fuel?" I slouched into my chair and begun to cry, the clock just ticked 5pm.