Hmm... the weirdest thing happened to me today.
Re-wind to about 2 weeks ago, I walked into one of our commercial banks to make a withdrawal. Don't have a debit card on that account. This particular bank is always crowded. Even though I arrived before the bank opened for business, there was already a huge crowd outside on a queue. The bank opened some minutes later and we were allowed in, of course there were already several queues formed inside. One for cash related transactions and a separate queue for the enquiry desk, which was where I was headed, to simply confirm if my account was still active since its been more than a year I 'touched' the account.
As I was waiting for my turn on that queue, I was staring at the other queue, which I knew I was definately going to be a part of. And finally! It got to my turn. I was told my account was dormant and can't withdraw without re-activation. In an attempt to save time, I walked up to the last person on the other
queue and told him to retain the space behind him for me while I finish up here. He agreed.
When I concluded the account re-activation process, this guy had already left, with a fresh set of people on the queue. I knew I couldn't start at the bottom of the queue, since most of the 'new-comers' met me in the bank.
So here is the gist, a young man at the very top of the queue offered to let me stay in front of him, once I
Narrated my ordeal to him. I thanked him. And went ahead to process my cash withdrawal. But the young man kept following me about even after I had left the bank premises. He asked for my mobile number. Then I thought, the best way to get this guy off my back, is to give him my number, get his, save it with an awkward i.d, and never pick his calls. Don't blame me. Stalkers give me the 'scares'.
Hmm! I saved the last missed call number a with the awkward i.d. This number has called me on several occasions after then. I'd just watch it ring. Until today. The number was calling me, I asked myself,
Why am I even scared of this guy sef?. I picked the call. The caller didn't sound like him. He could have given the phone to a friend of his, I thought. I said "who is this please?. The caller became so emotional, and said " so you don't have my number? Maybe i'd just delete yours after this call". I was indifferent. I was waiting for him to narrate how we met at the bank. But this person was not saying anything close to that.
I pressed on. "Can you please tell me your name, as I can't remember where or how we met". The caller replied "i'd tell you my name at the end of the conversation after then i'd end the call". I thought my plan of 'playing dumb' was working. For where!
The caller was Silas Samuel, my secondary school mate and friend. He said his name and hung up. Chai!!
I just started laughing. Maybe at my stupidity, or at the situation, or maybe at the thought that I may have just lost a very good friend. I called him back immediately. I had no choice but to tell him the whole story. Maybe he would understand. He laughed and said he did. I couldn't stop apologising.
I write this, because I feel weird. I love my friends, all of them. Wouldn't want anyone of them to feel less appreciated.
I just hope I haven't lost a very good friend.
Salaam!