Sunday, 4 October 2015

The stolen phone - by Songwritter nel

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
'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
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
'Can you even talk?'
He shook his head then.
I was now confused. Why was he
shaking his
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
'Who are you? Explain yourself.'
I was almost in tears as I read his
'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
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
When we realized this, even I was
ashamed of
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
So we knelt down; Ben and I, we
knelt down and
clasped our hands so he will know
we were really
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
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 given for him?

This message is from your no 1 SOFT DUDE
Songwritter nel

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