Tuesday, 4 September 2018

My Pick Pocket Experience.

I woke up that day, a great while before the people of the other religion does their first prayer for the day. It was on Tuesday, August 28th 2018, a day I'd never forget, except if my memory card was formatted. 
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After my own quiet moments with God, I made my way straight in to the bathroom, got dressed and was having my prayer walk. 
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I had no premonition that such occurrence would happen, the only thing He dropped in my spirit was to give alms that day.
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I also received the grace to speak about Jesus in the bus and I decided to trek a quarter mile to my place of walk since I was having a prayer walk before then.
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Few detours from King's College junction, I noticed a man on a bike who I'd seen before on the road. But about twenty five meters to my work place, a bike man faked a call and deliberately placed his feet on the floor and I stumbled upon it.
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Whilst in the mood of prayer, I apologised with my two hands making a I'm sorry signal. He called me and begged for money. Something in me told me to give him but he never looked like a begger. Who knows if he won't have taken my phone in the process.
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Just few steps away from him, I told him I don't have and he made his way close. He told me if it were other street guys that did what I did to him, he'd treat their fuck up. I just stood motionless to see what he'd do. Before I could say jack, he jacked up my trouser with the belt and shook it thrice.
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Can't I shout for help? Weren't passers by there? What time of the day was it?
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It caught me unawares and it was as if I was hypnotized. It was past 7am in the morning and very few people were passing by.
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After the whole saga, I wasn't still aware that my phone was missing, he asked if he could offer me a ride to my place of work, I told him I'm okay since my work place isn't far anymore. I left the scene and he rode his bike and left.
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I kept my two hands inside my pocket to see if my John Thomas was still there, luckily for me, it was intact. But nothing occurred to me that my phone was gone. I got to the office, signed the attendance and headed up straight to my office.
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As I was about to sit, I placed my hands in my pockets: the sides and the back one, fiam! My phone was not there. I called the attention of my colleague we shared the same office space, he dialled the numbers, it rang but no one picked.
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With that tension, I went straight to the guards to narrate my ordeal and one of them told me it was the same way they stole his blackberry phone when it just came out new. After the whole drama and the pity party, I just went straight to my office to continue my prayers.
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Was it easy to pray when such has happened?
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What kind of thoughts were flowing in and out of my mind?
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Watch out for the next episode...
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© Oluwamayowa Adeniyi.

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