Last week friday when I went to school for my classes, see I honestly was not expecting that just a simple charger would become one of my biggest problem for the weekend.
So that day started normally, I got to school as usual , found my way to my class, I greeted a few coursemates, and settled down for lectures, and then during one of the break, my coursemate Sebastian walked over to where I was sitting down.
"Please Treasure, can I borrow your charger?" he asked.
Immediately, I was not too sure about it.
Now, let me explain something about me, I don't really like lending out my charger, It is not because I am stingy or anything, but I have always had this belief that when too many people use your charger, it starts developing problems, whether that is true or not, I don't know, but that is how I have always felt.
So when Sebastian asked, I hesitated.
He noticed immediately.
"Why you dey look me like that?" he asked, laughing.
I laughed too.
"It is not like that, I just don't really like people using my charger."
"Abeg na," he said, "My phone is almost dead."
I looked at the charger in my bag.
Part of me wanted to say no.
The other part of me didn't want to seem stingy over something as small as a charger.
Finally, I brought it out.
"Okay, take it."
Sebastian smiled immediately, "Thank you."
"No spoil am o," I said jokingly.
He laughed "I go return am."
After that, classes continued as usual.
Lectures came one after another. Some were interesting, some felt like they would never end, before I knew it, the day was already over and everyone was preparing to leave.
People were packing their bags, saying goodbye, discussing assignments and planning for the next class.
I packed my things too.
And somehow, in all the movement and distraction, I completely forgot that Sebastian still had my charger.
Completely forgot.
I left school and went home without remembering it.
It was not until later that evening that the reality hit me.
I wanted to charge my phone.
I reached for my charger.
And then I froze.
"Wait."
I checked my bag.
Nothing.
I checked again.
Still nothing.
Then it came back to me.
"Ah! Sebastian!"
I immediately remembered that I had given him the charger earlier in school.
I sat there looking at my phone.
The annoying part wasn't even forgetting it.
The annoying part was realizing that there was absolutely no way to collect it back immediately.
Our next class was not until two days later.
Two whole days.
I picked up my phone and checked if I had his number, Nothing.
No number.
No way to contact him.
No way to ask for my charger.
Nothing.
At that point I just accepted my fate.
My sister even asked me what was wrong because apparently I was looking too serious, "What happened?" she asked.
"I forgot my charger in school."
She looked at me, "That's all?"
"That's all? Do you know how important a charger is?"
She started laughing.
I wasn't laughing, at all.
The next two days were genuinely frustrating.
Every time my phone battery started dropping, I had to start looking for who had a charger I could borrow.
"Please can I use your charger?"
I found myself saying that sentence more times than I wanted.
And honestly, I didn't enjoy it in any way
Maybe that was karma for all the times I didn't like lending people my own charger.
Every borrowed charger felt different from mine.
Some charged slowly.
Some had loose connections.
Some looked like they were surviving by pure faith.
By the second day, I was already counting hours until class resumed.
Finally, class day arrived, The first thing I did when I got to school wasn't even looking for my seat.
I was looking for Sebastian, when I finally saw him, I walked straight to him.
"Sebastian."
He turned.
"Oh, you don come."
"My charger."
Immediately his eyes widened, "Ah! Your charger!"
The funny thing was that he had forgotten too.
He quickly brought it out from his bag, "See am."
I collected it immediately, the relief I felt that moment was funny.
Yeah, It was just a charger, but after struggling for two days without this , Omo, it felt like I had recovered something much bigger than what it was
And since then, anytime I had lend someone my charger, I always make sure that I remember who has it, because , leaving that charger behind was a lesson I seriously don't want to learn twice.
