Have I been accused wrongly before? Of course, yes!
Being accused wrongly is something that appears almost inevitable in one's journey of life. It either happens very obviously or in a low-tone situation where the victim will not feel it much or may simply wave it off.
The recent time I was accused wrongly.
In my compound, we have a neighbor where we assemble almost every evening to charge our phones whenever he puts on his generator. There was a particular day in the month of September last year (2024) when he put on his generator as usual in the evening, and we all went to charge our phones. We are just three occupants in the compound, but we usually have other neighbors from nearby houses who come to charge their phones too.
That day, we had a lot of neighbors come to charge their phones because we hadn't had light for a couple of weeks. There were a lot of phones, extension boxes, and phone chargers plugged in there. As for me, I plugged in my phone and my power bank and went outside because the room was hot. Even though there was a fan, the place was just too crowded.
Around 11:30 pm, the guy turned off the generator, and since I live in the compound, I was among the first set of people who got there to pick up my phone while others, who live in the neighboring compounds and had been inside earlier, could come later.
The next day, I had a knock on my door around 6:50 am. I checked, and it was one of the ladies who had plugged in her phone there. She came to ask if I had mistakenly taken her charger (both the head and cable). I told her that I didn't, that I only took my own when the generator went off.
She insisted that I might have taken it by mistake and asked me to check where I kept mine. The whole thing sounded weird. I agreed, went to check my table, and found only my charger there. I returned and told her that only my charger was there.
She still didn’t agree and insisted that she wanted to see the charger I took with her own eyes. That was when I knew that something was wrong. It wasn’t just an ordinary, “I want to confirm.” She was accusing me indirectly of taking her charger, and I decided to stress her a little before giving her my charger to see and confirm that it wasn’t hers.
When I insisted that she should leave me alone because the charger I took was not hers, she refused. Although our conversation wasn’t heated, we kept dragging it slightly until I went inside and brought my charger. The charger actually looked like hers, and I didn’t know that she had taken note of it while they were plugged in.
After she saw the mark on my charger and how neat it appeared, she started to beg me to forgive her because she had thought it was hers. Unfortunately, someone else in the house had taken her charger, and they never found it.
I wrote this in response to Marchinleo prompt day 10.
