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Greetings!

Last Saturday, the immediate past Saturday, I turned on my generator to attend to some work. As usual, my neighbors brought their phones, power banks, and laptops to charge in my house, which I allowed without hesitation because that's what I normally do.

After a while, I went inside my house to check if my laptop, which was plugged in, had been interrupted by them. They're often very fond of shaking already plugged-in devices and not bothering to check or fix them back. Sure enough, when I got there, my laptop had stopped charging. So, I settled down to fix it, and in the process, I noticed that a charger I lost two months ago was plugged into the extension box. I pulled it out, and the mark I had scratched on it, 'K', was boldly visible.

"This is my charger," I said as I picked it up and began to examine it. I was very sure it was mine. I traced the phone it was charging and found out it belonged to my next-door neighbor. It turns out, the phone actually belongs to his girlfriend, who often stays in the compound as well but had been away for a couple of weeks or two months.

I decided that once I turned off my generator and they came to pick up their phones, I would ask them about it to see what they had to say.

Here's how I lost the charger:

One Sunday evening, when I was still using the charger, I returned with it from a place where I had been charging my phone. It was nighttime, and I was tired from all the trekking I had done, so I sat on a long bench within the compound premises before going inside my house. While I was there, a client came by to collect some clothes. Yes, it was night, and that's how I often get disturbed. I left the charger on the bench and quickly rushed inside to get the client's clothes. After delivering them, I didn’t bother to sit down again or pick up my charger. I just believed I had taken it inside.

The following morning, when there was electricity and I wanted to charge my phone, I couldn't find the charger. I searched for it briefly and then assumed it had been taken by a passerby because the place where I had sat down was open and a little bit close to the main road. I was really pained because the charger was a new modern turbo charger that charges a phone to full within minutes and is quite costly in the market. Since that day, I had just forgotten about it and bought a cheaper, more manageable charger.

So, seeing the charger being used to charge a phone in my house got me wondering. I assumed and believed that maybe they (either him or his girlfriend) had seen the charger that night and thought it was one that had fallen from a passerby, deciding to keep it as a blessing for themselves.

I politely approached the guy, explained how I lost the charger, and asked him to inquire if his girlfriend either owned the charger or had picked it up from the floor that night. I was polite enough, and I made sure but sound like I was accusing them for such act which The guy understood very well. The guy promised to ask his girlfriend and get back to me. It's been four days, and he hasn't said anything, even though we've seen each other several times.

What do you think of this situation?