For about a week, I was phoneless and inactive on this space. Just reminiscing, I thought that it's been a long time since I used a good device . Very long. And for all the ones I've had in a while, I realized I had to visit a repair shop very often plus every one of them gives me a deja Vu. Sort of a sickening feeling.
But on personal notice, it seems they always face same issue. Different phones, same problem. And at this point, even as I think to get something new, I am unconsciously looking forward to repairing (if it develops a fault) it for similar issue. It just comes off like that is the only problem that any phone could have.
And for that singular reason, I have come to a conclusion that there should be a thing as Post Traumatic Phone Disorder (PTPD).
You know, when you've used a bad phone for years.
A phone that raises your blood pressure faster than hearing that your grandma in the village swallowed a stove.
A phone that almost sent you to be with your maker.
A phone that gives off heat capable of ironing a clothe to smoothness.
A phone that charges a socket and doesn't stop charging even when there's no power
A phone that you'd open WPS to type something and halfway into typing, it'd minimize and tell you it can no longer function because the U.K is mourning the late Queen.
A phone that you'd switch off and put into your purse and it'd turn itself on, go to your WhatsApp, send your nudes to your church group and transfer all your funds to your ex's cousin.
The kind that even when you get a better phone after years of hard work, there's always a looming fear.
So much that when your phone gets to 65%, you'd turn off your data and put aside the phone because you still think you're using a phone that dies at 60%
You cannot even collect games or movies or anything from someone because you keep thinking "this my 1gig RAM phone will start hanging now." Meanwhile you're using a 16gig RAM phone now.
See, it's annoying and crazyyyy! I'm just tired of all the palpitations that phone wahala gives. If I had headaches, 60 percent of the time, my phone was behind it. Kai!
I would have mentioned the particular device I use but I choose to save you the sigh. Besides, what I have seen thus far, my eyes cannot tell.
Thanks for gracing this post.
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