Trouble will always find you
Here in my country, we have a saying "Problem no dey finish" which basically means that no matter what you do, you will always find yourself in some form of trouble or the other.
Personally, I've tried my best not to really believe in that saying, not because I don't think it's true (I actually do think it is true to an extent), but because I feel that having such negative mindset could affect me in ways I wouldn't want it to.
Anyways, my trouble found me two days ago, and it's something I felt I easily could have avoided if I had sat my butt at home, instead of attending this friend's party.
It all started on Sunday night when this friend of mine had talked about a birthday party of a mutual friend of ours that was taking place the next day, being Monday. Prior to that time, I had no plans of leaving my home for anywhere that Monday, but seeing how I had spent the previous week at home, I decided it was okay to allow myself to go have fun, kinda like a cheat day.
For those of you wondering why anyone would throw a party on Monday, well it's simply because Monday is kinda like a holiday over here, due to the 'sit at home' order that we have in the eastern side of Nigeria.
So Monday came and I got ready and left for the party with some of my other friends. Being a stickler for time, I had arrived at the party the exact time I had been told the party would be starting, only to get there and realize that we were some of the first people there.
Excited that we were there, the birthday girl had asked us to take whatever we wanted, she was paying for it. Mind you, the plan had been to go there, stay for about two hours and then leave. We had no plans on spending much time there, we also didn't know that she would be generous enough to ask us to take whatever it was we wanted from the bar.
So the moment we heard those words, the plan automatically changed. None of the boys felt like going home anymore, neither did I. So we stayed back, drank for a while, and basically had fun until the rest of the guests arrived. So now it's time for us to leave, but just as we were getting up, the celebrant comes to us and informs us that she had a planned room party that was also taking place that same night and we were welcomed to stay and actually attend.
Now at this point I was exhausted, tipsy and needed to get home to rest, but the rest of the guys weren't and there was no way I could leave them behind because for one, we all went there together and had to leave together, and secondly, I didn't trust myself well enough to actually get home safely in my current state.
So I said okay, and started heading upstairs, towards the room the celebrant had rented for the party to at least rest a bit before the party starts and that was when it happened, that was when my trouble found me.
As I was going upstairs, this other lady was walking down the stairs and somehow, I still don't know how, we bumped into each other and her iPhone 12 promax fell from her hand. I had immediately apologised and continued walking upstairs, while she followed me...shouting at me that I had damaged her phone camera and that it was no longer working.
At that time, I didn't really think about it because I wasn't exactly myself and needed to rest but now that I do think about it, how come the first thing she checked was her phone camera? Seems to me that it was already damaged and she just used that opportunity to put the whole blame on me.
Anyways, a friend of mine there who repairs iphones had taken a look at it and told her that it wasn't a big deal and he was going to get it fixed for her the next day, if she brought it over to his shop. So that settled that, or so I thought.
Fast forward to the today being Wednesday (two days after the incident), right as I was having breakfast, my phone rings and it's this friend of mine (the one who repairs Iphones), he had called to tell me that the lady was at his shop to repair her phone and she didn't come alone. She had gone there with her boyfriend and a military man.
Why she had gone with all of that backup, I had no idea. Anyways, my friend tried working on the phone and the damn thing refused to work. Apparently they needed to buy new cameras for her phone and it cost about fifteen thousand naira. When he told me about it, I had agreed to pay a larger part of the money while she paid the rest, seeing how we both bumped into each other and it wasn't entirely my fault.
But the military guy had refused and insisted that I paid for everything. All of this conversation was done via phone call by the way, because the last thing I was going to do was show up and get treated in a manner I wouldn't like simply because he's a military man.
Well, I ended up paying for the whole thing and now I regret everything. I regret being in the room when that friend talked about the party, I regret attending the party, I regret not going home when I earlier wanted to, I regret everything.
