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A Must Read by Starships4u(m): 8:59pm On Oct 04, 2015 |
A MUST READ
About three phones have gone missing in our
room in the past five months. When we reported
to the School's security, they only told us that it
was a roommate that is responsible.
Everyone of us in the room was waiting for the
day we will catch the culprit. Last Tuesday, when
we were all asleep; I think it was about 2 am, Ben
woke up suddenly and his phone was gone. His
phone was the most expensive of us all. When Ben
woke up and couldn't find his phone, he sprang up
from the bed and quickly opened his cupboard. He
rummaged the contents, even removed his clothes
but could still not find the phone.
I was in the room when it happened; sitting and
reading before I dozed off with my heading resting
on my books. So when Ben couldn't find
his phone, he gently shook my shoulders until I
woke up.
'It has happened again', he told me.
I didn't even need to ask what happened as I could
see the panic and loss written in his eyes. This is
the second time his phone had been stolen. So I
took my phone and dialed Ben's number; just to be
sure it had not been misplaced. 'Error in
Connection' was what I saw on the screen of my
phone. I dialed it again and
it started ringing not just on my phone, but the
actual ring tone of Ben's Samsung phone was faintly
audible.
We were both surprised when we heard the tone.
I beckoned on Ben to keep quiet as he was visibly
ready to 'finish' the person who took his phone. I
continued dialing as we moved silently, following the
direction of the ring tone.
There were four bunks in the room, each with two
bed spaces. Ben and I use the same bunk just
beside the door and the sound was coming from the
last bunk at the extreme left corner.
We tiptoed, Ben and I, like Jack Baeur until we
traced the sound to the top bed space on the last
bunk.
'So it is John who had been stealing phones in this
room'. Ben whispered to me. We shook his leg and
woke him up only to find out it was not John
sleeping on the mattress. Neither of us had ever
seen the guy
before. To make matters worse, the ringing was
coming from the bag he was using as pillow.
When he woke up, he looked at us strangely as if
he didn't know why we were there. We opened the
bag and found not just Ben's Samsung, but three
other phones. 'So, you are the one who's been
stealing our
phones!'; Ben shouted at him.
Before he could find an excuse, Ben slapped him
on his left cheek and walked out looking for
anything to break one or two of the guy's bones.
I don't know; but there was something about the
guy. So I asked him, 'Oga, what are you doing
here?'
'What are you doing with Ben's phone'.
He was just looking at me without saying anything,
so I slapped his right cheek with my left hand.
'ANSWER ME!', I screamed at him; waking up the
roommates who were around. John had obviously
gone to night class to read and I assumed the other
three roommates who were absent had also gone to
read. The two guys remaining in the room
with me and Ben came and gave their own round of
slaps. The accused was now staggering when Ben
came back with a long wood hard enough to kill the
guy. As he raised it up, the three of us,
the roommates, held his hands so he
wouldn't murder the accused.
Ben dropped the wood and swept his right leg
against the thief's legs and he fell down. Ben had
told me before that he had attended the Soldiers'
recruitment training but failed the medical test. I
believed him right then.
I looked at the guy crumple on the floor and before
Ben killed him, I decided to interview him, at least to
know who he is. He was now sitting on the ground
where he landed from Ben's force.
'Who are you?'
I asked him again; this time gently.
He was crying but it was only the tears that were
coming out. It was then I realized he had not even
uttered a word since it all started. Not even when
he fell to the ground.
'Why are you in our room'? I asked again.
'Can you even talk?'
He shook his head then. I was now confused. Why
was he shaking his head?
So, I asked again, 'Can't you talk?'
He shook his head again.
'Wait, is it that this guy is dumb?', I asked the guys.
The guy then nodded his head and pointed to his
mouth and then shook his head left to right. It hit me
then. The guy is dumb but not deaf.
That was the first time I am seeing a case like that.
My anger changed to pity immediately.
'Are you dumb?', I ashamedly asked the guy to
confirm.
Again, he nodded his head.
'Can you read and write?'
He nodded again. 'Get me a pen and note!' I said to
my roommates over my shoulder.
I collected the pen and wrote on the
note, 'Who are you? Explain yourself.'
I was almost in tears as I read his
fine handwriting,
'My name is James, I am John's elder
brother. I am a student of Delta State University. I
was
traveling to Delta but our bus stopped for the night
at Benin. So I decided to sleep with my brother till
tomorrow morning. He brought me here around 12
am and went out to night class to read. He gave me
the bag to keep for him. So I decided to use it as
pillow so that it won't be stolen'. I held the note with
the guys at my back as all of us read it.
I became so weak I almost fell.�
'The guy is innocent.' I needlessly announced.
When we realized this, even I was ashamed of
myself.
Ben just stood there with the wood he almost used
to hit him, looking as if he was the one who had
been beaten. I am not sure, but I think I saw tears
in his eyes as he realized he had just punished
an innocent man.
So we knelt down; Ben and I, we knelt down and
clasped our hands so he will know we were really
sorry. With tears in our eyes, we told him,
'We are sorry. Sorry for accusing you wrongly and
beating you for it'.
The dumb guy just smiled with bleeding lips from
the blow I gave him. He smiled and looked into our
eyes.
And I could see pity in his eyes. He smiled and
shook his head and then wrote in the same paper.
'It is Alright. I took the pain willingly.
Please don't beat my brother anymore. I knew why
you were beating me.
John had always been a thief, right from home. But
please don't report or beat him again'.
Tears dropped from my eyes as I read his sacrifice.
He deliberately allowed us beat him just so that
John will be free.
I lend my hand and raised him up as I used my
cloth to wipe the tears from his face and blood from
his lips.
It was then my own tears flowed from the corners
of my eyes.
..
Although this story is 100% fiction, this is what
Jesus did for us on the cross of calvary. kept quiet
and even died so that we can be saved. He never
protested his innocence but bore it all for us. He
gave his life for you.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FOR HIM? Cc ishilove.........lalasticala.......Seun |
Re: A Must Read by Jameselias: 3:49pm On Oct 05, 2015 |
Death to the weakling's 1 Like |
Re: A Must Read by Nobody: 12:04pm On Oct 06, 2015 |
Wow, this wonderful and Inspirational. I was moved in indignation and this exactly what GOD did for us. GOD Bless. |
Re: A Must Read by Nobody: 12:04pm On Oct 06, 2015 |
Wow, this is wonderful and Inspirational. I was moved in indignation and this exactly what GOD did for us. GOD Bless. |
Re: A Must Read by Nobody: 12:04pm On Oct 06, 2015 |
Wow, this is wonderful and Inspirational. I was moved in indignation and this was exactly what Chist did for us. GOD Bless. |
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