There was this particular night – I vividly remember – that a journalists came to our residence to chat with us all. I was in my room, scribbling some information on my laptop. Someone came in to inform us that the meeting was to be held in the other room so that we all were needed to go there.
Forgetfully, I left at once leaving all my gadgets right there on the floor. But when I was leaving, I left a couple of boys in the room.
While at the meeting, I was busy taking pictures with other peoples’ phones. It was an exciting and an interactive meeting, and lasted for about thirty minutes.
Queerly, I got back to the room only to find out that my two phones had developed legs.
Initially, I didn’t take it to be serious because my instincts couldn’t just make me believe that the phones were stolen. As an executive member, I was in the same room with the other executives, so I found it impossible to believe that anyone of them would decide to be the devil’s agent due to their credibility and reliability.
Notwithstanding, I resorted to asking them all. During that quagmire, I realized that two of my roommates too were as confused as I was. They too had not seen their phones. Wow! The searching got intense.
The time was almost 00:00 and we had to go out to the park that we rented for two hours to play football. I was gradually losing interest in that game even before we left for the park. However, it was already time to secure seats in the bus and still the phones were nowhere to be found. We left for the park anyway.
In the bus and in the park, many sympathizers approached me and said almost the same thing. The act is bad. Of course everyone knows that the act is bad, so seriously it wasn’t what I wanted to hear at the time. I tried very hard to act normal during the games, even though deep in me, I could feel something heavier than a bag of salt.
After 2am, we left for the hotel. 🤔🤔🤔🤔
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MY MAURITANIA EXPERIENCE
Cherno Abdourahman Bah