Just this last month, a certain thought of a relative hit me so hard when I came across some very old photos we took together during the days when Java phones were the only available phones. The feeling was so strong and irresistible that I just needed to hear from this guy by all means. I went on to try all the numerous phone numbers I had for him on my phone, but none of them connected. I wasn’t surprised because, back then, he was the type who never stayed with one phone number for long. He changed numbers like someone involved in crime, as we usually joked about it.
The same thing applied to his social media handles. In fact, his social media situation was even worse because he didn’t like using his official name. He preferred using nicknames with funny tags such as “Billionz,” “Starboy,” and others like that.
The only possible means of reaching out to him was through his brothers, but I didn’t really have contact with many of them, just one. However, I couldn’t dare to call his brother to ask for his current number because it was definitely going to lead to many talks since we hadn’t spoken in many years. So, I just let it be and hoped he would show up one day.
Who is this guy to me?
His name is Henry, a family member we grew up with in the village. My family lived in an extended family compound and, because of that, we got to know a lot of people within the very large extended family. To be honest, I can hardly explain the relationship properly; we simply knew ourselves as family members, the tracing is just too long.
This guy was my age mate and we moved along very well back then. We hustled so hard for money by clearing farmlands and getting paid for it. My teenage years cannot be completely described without mentioning this guy’s name. I miss him a lot.
Guess what?
That same day I thought about him and desperately wanted to reach out to him, FACEBOOK brought his account to my “People You May Know” page. His name, just as I suspected, was written in a different style with many funny tags attached to it.
Haaaa! He has grown up and still hasn’t changed.
I quickly messaged him and told him how I had been thinking about him, including screenshots of my different attempts to reach out to him.
He was happy that we connected again, but I was even happier.
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Photo: Screenshot, Facebook inbox
