laying my phone to rest

adieu mobile mi, one mistake too many. just got back from the technician's, finally getting to see him after checking up for three agonizing weeks. i was full of high hopes stepping into the slightly crowded IT store that also served as a clinic- for phones. i had expected to take home in health a patient i placed on admission at the reputable health clinic, but alas it was not to be, the verdict from the renowned doc? my phone was gone, dead, damaged beyond redemption, my nokia 2700 classic was no more, all hopes shattered, i stared in utter amazement at everyone except my dead pal. you know, it would have been so bearable if the reason for my phone going to the doc was logical, but hell, it wasnt, and there the pain lies. i just got this particular phone not just long ago, actually just some few weeks back, it was kinda God answering my request after my incessant banging on his door. i had the hope of having fun with it, i saw us doing so many things together for some time to come. we actually did, for its brief life, we had so much fun, i did my literary work with so much ease and glee, not forgetting the excitement i got speeding away with the games, and blaring the music quite loud. but it didnt last,yeah, remember they say good things dont last, but i realy wanted to make this last, but i ended been the one to make it not last. i keep thinking, why the silly mistake, why that little moment of gross negligence, why the brazen -i-dont-care- disposition on the day my classic bit the dust, why was i crazily careless,. the questions still come in droves, i seem to ask more questions than provide answers for them. you know, i miss my phone, its one thing to have a big beautiful house, but its another ball game to own a home, with my phone , i had a home, a friend, a companion i confided in, i told it the very thoughts of my hearts, i wrote my heartbeats using the keypads of my classic, but then its no more. im sad, not because i cant afford another, i could get two brand new classics any moment or something better, but then i would have to start all over again, building the cordiality i shared with this one. i lost so many things when my classic was laid to rest, my contacts, all, i didnt get the drift to upload a backup coz i got so much carried away that i cared for nothing else, my pics, so many tender memories you cant relive again, faces i may not see again, smiles i may have lost forever and moments that you experience once in a lifetime, i lost them all,my classic died with them without giving me a shot at trying to salvage any. now the big one, and the most painful of my lot, i lost my poems and my collection of short stories which was already bulging, i still grieve and lament coz im yet to come to terms with this aspect, chief amongst my lost poems was my tears, my tears in ink, the poem i wrote crying over the grave of my neighbours, i am growing mad with the singular thought that i may have lost the one thing that reminds me so much of my departed neighbours and good friends. okay, so much for lamentation, you may be asking yourself, what exactly happened to my phone, what did i do. now i would tell you, i killed my phone, as in killed, the kind that would make the cops charge me for negligent manslaughter if it wasnt just a phone. it happened thus, the day was a really bright day, nothing suggesting that ill luck was lurking around the corner. i was in the study of my house, engross in a brain wacking analytical manipulation, i had been in this position for hours and hadnt taken as much as a rest. so before i got my brains blown out, i decided to take a break, to do something less stressful for some few minutes. naturally, i took up my phone, opened my games tab, and started playing soduku, which i conciously choosed so as to be involved in something not so differing from what i was taking a break from inorder not to lose concentration. the soduku playing went on fine, i was amazed how fast my brains could work, so i continued playing with gusto when a sudden thought ran through my mind - i had laundry to do- and it wasnt to pass to the next day coz i had already put it off for too long already. i got up, phone in hand and went into my room to get the dirty clothes, then something happened, i just couldnt remenber where i kept the phone when i got into the room, but knowing it would be somewhere around, i decided to come check it out later after doing the laundry. i was to handwash the clothes, so i took them outside to the yard, got some water from the tap, poured in my detergent and worked it into a foam. since they were all coloured, i just packed the whole of them into the basin at the same time to soak for some few minutes, in the meantime, i used the few minutes to have my lunch with no premonition of something untoward happening . i returned to my soaked clothes and commenced washing, it was easy,stess free washing, i got out the first shirt, the second , the third, and then, my hand which was suppose to pick up the fourth touched something hard.it was sleek, too smooth and hard to be a clothing, i picked it up and raising my hand out of the foaming water,behold i was holding my classic dripping hard of water,then it hit me, i had gotten my phone mixed up in the clothes when i was checking out their pockets. to say the least, i was dazed,shocked and confused, for the past forty five minutes, my phone was buried in a watery grave while i stood, or better still bent over and supervised its death. i administered first aid, opening the phone to the very panel and getting it free of the water that had eaten deep into it. you know the story of the medicine administerd after death?, yeah, that what i was trying to do, trying to do the impossible. but my phone was no more, dead, gone, my taking it to the doctor was just to put my little faith to work, but alas it wasnt strong enough to bring my phone back from the dead, maybe if i had a stronger faith, maybe,just maybe.but for those who dont know, any circuit board no matter the device that comes in contact with a salt solution is rendered permanently damaged in five minutes. the detergent i used, just like every other, contained two powerful salts, the sodium trioxocarbonate and the sodium tetraoxosulphate, and worst still, my phone was in the midst of this circuit killers for good forty five minutes. i keep telling myself to look on the bright side, but then, does death have a bright side?, i guess no. my classic is gone, gone for good, but life must go on, still, i would remember the fond memories we shared and of course the memories i lost. so in the least, i owe my phone this piece and i say adieu mobile mi, one mistake too many.