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BobUg28:
[I can still recall it like it happened yesterday. It was on that faithful sunny friday afternoon when the blaring sun was threatening to burn everything that emits carbon four oxide. I hastily sprout-off from the couch in the parlour when my phone rang, briskly walked into our visitors' room where I had neatly arranged all my ironed clothes in my newly acquired Italian Samsonite Brown Leather Bag. Picked up my casual navy blue coloured jeans, white singlet with my red t-shirt. Wore them and dart out of the house towards the street that connects upper Iweka stood awaiting Okada man to cruise me down to EMEKA OFFOR PLAZA.



Few years back, after my stay with one of my cousin brother at Fegge, I went to Emeka Offor's plaza to buy one Chinese phone that was in vogue then. Though in Anambra will understand better.

When I stepped-in to the plaza, some phone retailers at the foot of the plaza were beckoning on me to buy from them while some other guys declared interest to help me buy the desired phone that I needed. Initially, I was determined to buy it from a trusted dealer where I could get the refund of my money if in any case the phone developed an unexpected problem.

Finally, I chose to follow one slender guy (that was relatively smaller than I were then) who offered to take me to where I 'll get the phone cheaper and also get the best quality that will last for long. The idea to follow the young dude was basically on the far that I could take it up with him if he decides to act anything h funny not knowing that they have string of contingents sprawled/scattered all over the whole places.

To cut the story short, I followed him to the main plaza where we finally bought the phone from one particular beautiful fair lady I presumed should be in either her late 20s or early 30s after haggling on the price. After I payed the lady who sold the phone to me, we walked downstairs through the old-rusty bannister that suspended the already weary staircase to the open busy areas where there were lots of other guys that sat adjacent to each other with their laptops downloading music for some their customers.

While we were still at the upstairs, the guy asked if I 'd like to download music,videos and pictures etc.. I nodded in affirmative with the excitement that had filled my heart because of the new phone I 'd just acquired for myself without knowing that he has some aces up his sleeves.

We walked straight downstairs, followed right wing, then turned south in the array of DJs and some phone retailers that sampled their phones in a gigantic transparent show glasses. We walked passed them, move into the inner chamber of the suites. Then, he lead me to the extreme of the suit that looks more like a dungeon , introduced me to one huge guy with a frightening biceps.

Fear gripped me at the sight of that heavily built folk who could stand the then Simon Peter and win him outrightly but I never wanted to show my fears. Then I maintained my indifferent mood as he motioned me to seat on a size stool. I sat down, thrust my right hand inside my breast pocket only to noticed it was hidden deep inside my Jean back pocket. I stood up from the chair rummaged on my pocket, on an impulse, I brought out my new phone then showed him. He complimented me after tossing it around.

"Nnah, Ekwenti gi a mechiri akwukwo" ( bro, this your phone makes sense die) See the kind phone wey you go buy. How much kill this machine " he asked rather sarcastically. I laughed and thanked him sincerely for his compliments. Right inside my head I knew my phone wasn't worthy to attract such kind of compliment I don't want to reveal my fear cos right on his table were Motorola G77, NOKIA E40 etc. Then I proudly told him how much I bought the phone with intent that he'll shutdown every other discourse and focus on my G-tide..Lol.

The truth was that I loved that phone, the features and how easy it was to operate. I had once seen it with a schoolmate (friend) the first time I travelled to Nnewi.