It’s amazing that what the next piece in this series is about is always the reason for the delay in its publication.
I kid you not.
I always start the next post and poof, whatever I’m writing about happens to be the reason I don’t publish it on time.
This one happened in the blink of an eye. Unexpected, as it usually is.
There I was, munching on a Wafer stick writing all about the necessary evil that has become a crucial part of my life indoors.
Life was good. The aircon was set to 16, and the only thing louder than the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard was my munching.
I had food, cold air and the hopes of reconnecting to my babies. Everything was perfect, and – I can not stress this enough – LIFE WAS GOOD.
Until it wasn’t. Just total darkness and sudden noise.
It was perfect harmony,
Since it wasn’t heat that killed me, you can take your mind off of the fact that this piece is about electricity. It wasn’t literal darkness, just the figurative one drooping over my hopes. The noise wasn’t generators, it was everything suddenly being beyond noticeable. I could hear the AC’s humming, wind hitting. I could hear everything.
You didn’t hear it from me, but there is one about electricity soon. Hang in there!
Let’s get into my reason for instant sadness.
Remember I said it happens in the blink of an eye? One minute you’re scrolling through Twitter, suddenly, you click on tweets and all their info won’t load. I mean, come on.
That’s not even that horrific. Have you ever been streaming on Netflix and you suddenly see this?
Why does shit have to be this way? Huh?
I’m talking to every internet service provider in this country. It’s cool if it happens once or twice, but enough that I lose my damn mind? Do you hate me?
I mean, Glo, come on.
I still have a right to complain. Can those of you not using Glo swear that your service is perfect all the damn time?
I have every right to complain too, boo.
That said, here’s how they screwed the timing of this post up.
Remember my story about life being good? Well, Glo ruined that. For no reason, there was just no service. It was just…poof…gone. I couldn’t publish the post, so I put my phone down before I squeezed the life out of it.
Now, had they simply refused to publish, that would have been great. However, more damage had to be done before they could feel fulfilled. The draft refused to save. All I could do was stare at my hard work on the page knowing it would soon be gone and I couldn’t do zilch about it. Heh.
Fortunately, one of the perks of being me is my resourcefulness. I had to think up something, and I did. I clicked select all and copied. It was bliss knowing I had done something to save my baby.
I know, I know. It’s not all that, but it was something.
By doing that, there was a new problem. Everything I wrote portrayed me as on time with the publishing. It didn’t seem right, so I let it go. I didn’t take all of it away though. Any parts of this post that has no reference to the life after the service problem is part of my initial draft.
Anyway, there’s no use crying over spilled milk, right? I’m here for you now. I came through! Who can you always trust?
Maybe saying ’always trust’ is a bit far fetched, but once once sha.
I’ll be concluding by also pointing out the fact that this same unreliable internet is making me go bankrupt. You don’t wanna know how much I spend buying data, I promise you.
Sometimes, I think it’s just me being spendthrift, and I should cut back on the Netflix binges because no one else is complaining. Other times, I think y’all are spending just as much, and I’m just too poor to afford it. Either way, it would be great if data subscription didn’t cost so much.
Has any part of this been you at any point in time? I’d love to hear about how you spent the money designated to your school fees on data.
Don’t worry, it was only like a part of it, and school isn’t resuming any time soon. I hope.
I’ll return the money before then inshallah. You can allow god to use you too.
Tell me all about your data escapades in the comments section, sha. If you won’t send me money, you’ll sha send your words, shey?