My neighbor and his phone troubles.
Last week, Mr. Williams lost his phone while returning from work. He placed the phone in his pocket, unaware that his back pocket had a hole, causing the phone to fall out. Unfortunately, it rained that day. When the phone was dialed, it rang, but nobody answered. So, Mr. Williams and his first son searched for the ringing phone and found it inside a guitar, still ringing.
His son, Lurk, asked, "Daddy, can rain fall on a phone, and it won't turn off? Is it because the phone is made of Ferro, and Ferro was drowned in water but can't die a second time?"
Mr. Williams replied, "No, son, it was a miracle. God knows I can't buy another phone now." He removed the battery, started cleaning, but his wife suggested putting the phone and the dismantled battery in uncooked bag of rice for six hours, as she overheard an engineer saying it's the best way to handle a phone that fell in water. The next day, the phone still didn't work, and Mr. Williams took it to a roadside phone engineer for repairs, only to be told that the phone was damaged beyond repair. He exclaimed, "Agnes my so called wife and her radio engineer have killed me."
Roadside engineer: "Did your wife put your phone in water?"
Mr. Williams: "No, but her idea damaged my feature phone, and others suffered as well."
On that day, Mr. Williams skipped work. Returning from fixing his phone, he visited my husband's office, tearfully explaining he lost his phone and dear ones. My husband's boss was present, so he went home after two hours and discovered neighbors, mistaken, thought Mr. Williams had lost real people.
Upon entering the compound, Mr. Williams exclaimed, "This world is wicked! Those voices you heard yesterday and last week can't be heard again." Unconcerned about who died, people comforted him. His family was away—children at school, wife at the market.
While people comforted him, Mr. Williams lamented losing love ones and constantly saying "so the bad dream I heard about my phone and family are real'. My husband asked, "Williams, who died?" Confused, Mr. Williams replied, "My phone and all the people I talked to with my phone."
My husband asked, 'How do you mean? I am confused.' As the drama unfolded, Mama Grace, a friend of Mrs. Williams friend, had rushed to inform her about the problem at home. Upon arriving at Mr. Williams' doorstep and seeing people consoling her husband, she concluded in her heart that her hypertensive mother in the village had passed away. Overwhelmed, she exclaimed, 'God, I am now an orphan!' and fainted."
As Mrs. Williams fainted, her husband immediately stood up and began shouting, "My wife, please wake up! Your mother is alive. I only want to bury people in my phone, wake up; I don't have money for entertainment and casket."
While women worked to revive Mrs. Williams, nearly all the men in unison questioned, "Mr. Williams, who has passed away?" Hesitantly, he responded, "All the people within my phone." Instantly, everyone dispersed like a gust of wind, without looking back
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