Mustiboy:


CONCLUSION I DREW FROM THE WHOLE SAGA.

Friends are dangerous. The will nail you to a stake if the chance presents itself, so far it benefits them. Daniel is a perfect example.
I remember the day he called me for the phone. I was very skeptical about it because I new how naive he is. I didn't want to have to start explaining every now and then; he could be that disturbing and bogging.

He is currently treating himself because his face is really damaged. He visits the clinic everyday to be treated. At least, I gave him something to nurse as a retribution for his deeds.

I'm not all Saint either. I agree that I should have kept him updated when the device's delivery was delayed, and I should have tried to avoid the fight which ensued that day. I accept my flaws, and I have learnt lessons that will shape me into being a better person in general.

I appreciate the mentions from Xiaomilanders who advised me on what to do on the day I reported the fight. I didn't see your mentions; else, I'd have replied them. At least, you know now that I was in a cell while you were hitting your keyboards advising. Lol.

The issue didn't finish there. I and an escapade with the police because I refused to pay the balance of ₦5k. I will only write about that on request. The Nigerian police officers are crooks, all of them. Even the CRU are not helping.

Thank you all.

fibonacci2526:



Congrats, how much you buy am?

Mustiboy:




I've accepted my flaws, and I've admitted them. But Daniel is no saint.

OllyFair:
ok

Elxandre:

308 usd

lamidiinjury:


okay thanks, the stock cam sef dey okay and if I need gcam I get redmi7

Ziyech:
Aftermath of the v 10.3.6.0 update..
Watched movie for 45 minutes then browsed up till this moment...

Ifedith:

I don't have those ones, i have original mi fast chargers. 27w amd 45w chargers...

Nuel182:
is this good or bad??

Elxandre:
Got the mi 8 128gb on a sweet promo from Tonke.

Shoutout to protein0 for snubbing me like a 5 year old.
God dey.

optimised:

You are still wrong!!
1.) Zip Code (American English) = Postal Code (British English) . It stands for the same thing.
2.) There can only be one postal code/zip code for a place.
3.) For example:
The postal code of Warri is 332.
Within Warri, the specific postal code for Ekpan (Tori) is 332281.

Look at this:-

https://nigeriazipcodes.com/1130/warri-zip-codes/

fibonacci2526:


Makes sense.

Makes sense...... don't tell me you're..... lol

Biafrareform:


Baba, how can you do that . I need tampered glass and parche

gr8skillz:
I'm sceptical buying a Chinese RN7 with global rom installed, I'm afraid of these problems of WhatsApp, Google services and the rest, what are the possible problems and solutions pls

Cc: fibonacci2526, optimised, GrandMufti, jboixxx, macbeyland

ubev01:
Redmi go btw 17 to 23 on jumia. 6a sells for around 30 but you can be lucky and get it for less with jumia atimes

Elxandre:
Got the mi 8 128gb on a sweet promo from Tonke.

Shoutout to protein0 for snubbing me like a 5 year old.
God dey.

eleojo23:


You sure know how to write well.

Don't waste this talent o

Consider writing a novel or working as a freelance writer (fiction or non-fiction)

gr8skillz:
I'm sceptical buying a Chinese RN7 with global rom installed, I'm afraid of these problems of WhatsApp, Google services and the rest, what are the possible problems and solutions pls

Cc: fibonacci.2526, optimi.sed, GrandM.ufti, jboix.xx, macbe.yland

GrandMufti:


Whether he's a saint or devil incarnate is not your business.

Leave Daniel alone, in short avoid him like the plaque or something worse will happen to you.

Move on with your life

Mizik:
can the thief flash it....
I'm curious..

atheistandproud:


Village people are here oh

Gptech:

E nr fit use am.

chuksp09:
Hello guyz... Can someone help me with that world radio link please?

Mizik:
please explain...

Mustiboy:
olayinkajnr's recent mention motivated me to write this. Moreover, I just finished my exams yesterday, so I have all the spare time now. This will be very lengthy, but please I urge you to read on. The Nigerian Police is the worst in world.

******19TH JUNE UPDATE*******

The issue I reported on the above date escalated beyond necessary. I recall that the Dean of Student Affairs asked if we would like that the police were involved since we couldn't come to a reasonable verdict ourselves. He, my supposed friend, grinned and said yes. In no time, a police Hilux arrived.

I was not the only student whose issue was to be taken to the station, so one of the officers (an Ijebu woman) asked who the suspects were. I was somewhat flabbergasted. Suspects? Students?

One of the security personnels pointed at me and a guy sitting near me and said we were the suspects; then, he pointed at Daniel (stating his name to save repetitive use of pronouns) as the complainant. Three other students whose faces were swollen were pointed at as complainants too.

The student (suspect 2) sitting near me had stollen a phone at Akure before resuming to school, AAUA. On tracking the phone to him, they discovered the phone had been stolen from him too—a case of a thief stealing from a theif.

The officers said they didn't know there were two suspects; they had thought I was the only one. They had just one handcuff, so they handcuffed only me. I wanted to protest, but I decided to keep calm.

We all left the campus in the Hilux. Some of my course mates who were just passing by saw me being handcuffed away, and I could see there was shock written all over their faces. I was mortified.

We got to the station, and we were all taken to the DPO's office.
I asked one of the officers to set me free of the handcuff, but she threatened to slap me. I felt very uncomfortable.

Only the complainants were made to explain what happened: The student who stole a phone, whose complainant wasn't around, was an exception, so he admitted that he stole the phone, and it has been stolen from him too.

One of the students whose faces were swollen came forward and narrated their own ordeal: his cousin who is a year-one student had always wanted liberty to live her life as she so desired, but her older cousin, the complainant, had been hell-bent on cautioning her about her life on the campus. She came back late and drunk to the hostel one particular night. The cousin was angry and hit her. She was infuriated and left angrily that night; she didn't sleep in the hostel.
Since his cousin had gone to sleep at God-knows-where, the complainant invited his friends(the other two complainants) to come sleep at his place so that they could read together.

Unfortunately for them, five hefty guys broke into the room at night. They were sent by the complainant's cousin to deal with him. On seeing three guys, those sent didn't know who the target was, so they decided to deal with everyone in the room.
They hit their heads with sticks, dipped their legs in buckets of water, and hit the soaked legs with sticks. All this lasted for more than one hour. So, he explained.

Now, it was Daniel's turn. He came up with all sort of lies he could. He said I had never ordered a device for anyone before him, claimed that I had been defrauding people, and that because I was a friend to him, part of him made him trust me.
In addition, when asked what happened to his face, he said some guys and I attacked him because he demanded that he know the outcome of his order.
It was obvious he wanted to nail me at all cost; he was willing to let lies fly through the roof and the windows because of this. He didn't care what other hostel-mates whom I had ordered phones for would think of him; he was willing to pay with his reputation.

The DPO wasn't diplomatic in handling the issue. He hauled insults at both Daniel and me. He cursed Daniel for being stupid and letting his mate dupe him to the point of believing that I would help him order a device from China, that there is no such thing. He said anyone doing that must be licenced by the government of Nigeria. I tried to cut him short to stress that it's not rocket science and that I could show him proof of everything I did. He said I was rude and ordered one of the officers to slap me. And yes, I was slapped severally.

Calling me 'importer n exporter', he asked to see the phone I use; unfortunately, I didn't go to school with my Redmi note 5 and Elephone A6 mini that day. I only had my feature Nokia phone, which is held together with the help of a rubber, with me.
On seeing the phone, every officer in the room burst into laughter. The DPO hauled insults at me yet again, called me a fraud, and ordered that I was locked in the cell immediately. He said I would not be released until I return Daniel's money.

As a result, I was taken to the counter to be stripped of my phone and wearables. Just then, a female came bawling into the station. She narrated that her boyfriend, a year-four student, alongside his sister, joined hands to beat her up. Some officers attended to her while my valuables were taken into locker.

In no time, I found myself in a cell alongside the student who stole a phone and two other guys. I couldn't see their faces. It was all dark in the room. I remembered that I left my hotline in my Redmi note 5. I must have missed lots of calls and received lots of messages wishing me a happy Birthday. Yes, all this was happening on my birthday.

After an hour of detention in the cell, a warder came to call the student who stole a phone out. His people must have come to bail him with a lot of money. I wasn't surprised, because he looked like one of the many so-called G-boys in our school.

I had been in the cell for hours now. It was getting late, and I hadn't called anyone. The cell smelt really bad. It is in that same cell that detainees urinate, hence the smell. I was suffocating; I couldn't breathe properly, and I was beginning to have nausea.

Luckily for me, two of my friends showed up. I was surprised to see them. They said I shouldn't worry that they would find the money and get me out very early the following morning; I would be sitting for an exam thereon. I wanted to tell them to hasten it and make it happen that very day, but I felt that would sound ungrateful. At least, I had a deux ex; I should be grateful.

They bought me some food and left. I couldn't eat it and gave it to another detainee in the cell.
At some point, some guys were brought into our cell just to urinate. This worsened the already fuggy room. I couldn't bear the smell; I thought I wouldn't survive it. The guys left, and another guy was brought in as a detainee. He didn't come alone; he was with his sister. She was locked in the next to ours. The guy happened to be the student whom, alongside his sister, was reported earlier in the afternoon by the girl who came to the station crying.
He narrated his ordeal to us and said he never touched her. He only restrained the said girlfriend from fighting his sister. "Girls are evil," so he said. we all laughed, but mine was forcible.
He said the officers just came to arrest he and his sister without letting them a chance to explain themselves.

After a while at night, a warder came to the door of our cell and told the guy that the DPO had ordered that he and his sister be released on a bail of ₦50k. The guy lamented saying he had only #5k on him him and that he had handed it over at the counter.

The warder left without saying a word. In less than a minute, he came back and released them. These crooks must have accepted the ₦5k, I thought.

We were far into the night now. I couldn't sleep as I stared at nothing. There was nothing to see as; all I saw was chaste darkness.
I didn't know when I slept off. I dreamt about my birthday being celebrated by my colleagues. We were in a merry mood as everybody ate and drank.

June 20th.

Morning had come now. I woke up feeling miserable. The night must have been my worse because it is unprecedented. I felt utterly filthy; I had slept on a bare floor littered with unimaginable dirt, and my palms felt slimy. I sniffed my clothes to know how bad I smelt, but the cologne I had applied the prev' day was still freshening.

I sat up, and dared to imagine how mother would have felt knowing I was here— it's unthinkable.
Not long after I had awoken, a warder came to our cell and beckoned me. He unlocked the door and accompanied me to the DPO's office.

The DPO said he was aware that I had an exam at exactly 11:00am that morning. He said my people had come to pay the money I was arrested for, so he said I should hasten to the counter and proceed with the bail. However, he threw another jab at me by calling me 'importer n exporter' I ignored him and followed an officer to the counter. I honestly thought I wasn't going to pay for bail.

On getting to the counter, I met my friends. We were told to pay a bail fee of ₦10,000. My friend didn't bother negotiating. They paid ₦5,000 and promised to pay the rest the following week. I was shocked and angry. I expected him to at least beat it down to ₦3k, but there he was talking as the most affluent man in town. Afterall, I would pay back all the money they are helping me with. He should have considered how difficult it would be paying back, especially during the exam period.

I left the station a free man. The drama that unfolded when I got the hostel cannot be told in details. Daniel was almost lynched by other hostelmates. He was called a traitor, an ingrate, and a liar. They had heard all that happened and they all made Daniel their common enemy. I just told them to let it slide, because I wasn't willing to talk about him or have anything doing with him.
"And to think that you were only helping him, that's gross," One said.

"It's not even as if you benefited from it. you shouldn't have helped him in the first place," another said.

"Although Daniel is an ingrate, I have to blame you too for resorting to violence with him," another said to me.

I ignored them all and rushed to bath for I would be having an exam about an hour.


CONCLUSION I DREW FROM THE WHOLE SAGA.

Friends are dangerous. The will nail you to a stake if the chance presents itself, so far it benefits them. Daniel is a perfect example.
I remember the day he called me for the phone. I was very skeptical about it because I new how naive he is. I didn't want to have to start explaining every now and then; he could be that disturbing and bogging.

He is currently treating himself because his face is really damaged. He visits the clinic everyday to be treated. At least, I gave him something to nurse as a retribution for his deeds.

I'm not all Saint either. I agree that I should have kept him updated when the device's delivery was delayed, and I should have tried to avoid the fight which ensued that day. I accept my flaws, and I have learnt lessons that will shape me into being a better person in general.

I appreciate the mentions from Xiaomilanders who advised me on what to do on the day I reported the fight. I didn't see your mentions; else, I'd have replied them. At least, you know now that I was in a cell while you were hitting your keyboards advising. Lol.

The issue didn't finish there. I and an escapade with the police because I refused to pay the balance of ₦5k. I will only write about that on request. The Nigerian police officers are crooks, all of them. Even the CRU are not helping.

Thank you all.

PaulThor:

Have u considered writing a novel or so? I think you should if you haven't..

noblefarm:


Congrats jare.
ProteinO should learn how to deal with ppl even when he thinks they don't have money.