Computer stories #5 - My First computer

Talking about my first computer brings both good and bad memories. I can still remember how excited I was when I got my first laptop. The same laptop still brings back some angry memories whenever I think of how it was stolen alongside with my phone.

It's quite a long story. Just sit down with your popcorn on the side while I explain to you what happened to my laptop (my first love).

Before I joined Steemit in 2017, I had been saving seriously to get a laptop for myself so I could use it to assist myself in my school project. But due to my greed, I went to put all the money in a Ponzi scheme and that was how I lost it. Then Steemit came along. Luckily for us, that year happened to be a bull run season and I made enough money again selling my SBD, and I bought my first-ever HP computer. My joy knew no bounds.

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It was a special gift I bought for myself to remind myself of Steemit days. Little did I know, life had its own plans for that laptop. That laptop made me feel like a computer engineer. Sometimes, you would see me in fast food restaurants for hours pressing my laptop; you would think I’m trying to make one badass code that will change humanity. You won't know that I’m seriously doing my @originalworks contest or working on my school project.

The laptop was my everything back then. I noticed everyone was buying similar laptops to mine; I went as far as using a sharp knife to carve out my name on the body of the laptop in case someone steals it, they will see my name written on it boldly. My first laptop was my first love. I even went to register for “coding” classes. In fact, the laptop was multipurpose because it was also my entertainment device whenever I wanted to watch movies and play games.

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Then the devil decided to strike!!

Usually, on a Sunday, whenever I've closed from church, I go straight home, no time to fraternize with friends. But on that particular day, I delayed for a while in church after the service was over. On my way back home, I met an old childhood friend of mine that I knew back in my village. I had not seen him in a long time. We greeted and exchanged pleasantries. I was surprised to see him around my neighborhood and asked him what brought him here. He lied to me he's now a navy personnel and he was posted around here. I actually believed him because of the camouflage school bag he carried.

I took him to my place, I introduced him to my neighbors around the area, and we did some strolling around the neighborhood. I saw him as a newcomer, so I was showing him around the area. On our way back, he asked what do I've at home, that he’s hungry. I had no idea he had already strategized a plan in his mind to steal my laptop. So, we got home, I took him to my room to wait for me while I cooked what we’ll eat.

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When I was done cooking, I carried the food to the room so we could eat but he was nowhere to be found. I went to ask my neighbors if they had seen him and they told me he just boarded a taxi and left. I was a bit upset that he had made me cook too much food; I had no idea the worst shock was coming.

I got to the room to pick up my phone to call him but I couldn’t find it where I was charging it and also my laptop. I was so angry that I had been robbed. I begged my neighbors for their phone so I could call my big sister and explain to her what had happened to me. After calling her, she called some of our cousins in the village to keep an eye out for me in case he comes to the village. That was when I heard stories that I had never heard about him before.

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I found out he had been chased away from the village because of too much stealing and was made to walk naked around the village before chasing him away. So my chances of seeing him in the village is 0%. I was just frustrated. One of the neighbors now suggested that why don’t I go to a place we call “phone village”. That if he's selling it, that will be the first place he will go because nobody will agree to buy it seeing someone’s name scratched on the surface.

It sounded like a good idea. So, I called some of my close friends to follow me on this hunt for my laptop and phone but we were unlucky, we couldn’t find him. I went there for almost a week but still couldn’t find him. I thought about my school project, my coding program, Steemit, and lots of pictures I’ve installed on the laptop. That was actually one of the first things that gradually reduced my engagement on Steemit.

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It's been about 6-7 years since I lost my first laptop and I’ve used several laptops, although I’ve refused to buy brand new, is always fairly used. I still ask myself this question, what will I do if one day our paths cross?? Rumors have it that his fingers were chopped off as punishment because he went to rob a truck of yam and was caught.

Well, I’ve actually forgotten about it but I really don’t know how I may react if we finally see each other one day.

That’s the whole story about my first laptop (my first love)…