Together under this weather.

Did you remember the new phone I told you about a few days ago? Yeah?

Well, I got back from work today and told myself, I didn’t buy this phone to become a shelf king. Why keep it and not use it? I’d been too lazy to transfer my data because I assumed it would be a long, stressful process. I hardly change phones — in the last 10 years, this would be my third phone. I don’t like changing phones for any reason, which is why I always think long-term whenever I buy one.

Anyway, to cut the long story short, I asked ChatGPT how to transfer my data from the old phone to the new one. Apparently, it was a very simple process. I followed the steps exactly as they were laid out, and in a few minutes my 250GB of data began transferring. Since it was going to take hours, I took the opportunity to clean the entire house and do some laundry. Still transferring… so I jumped into the car, went shopping, came back home, had my dinner, and shortly after — everything had been transferred.

I went straight to WhatsApp only to realize I still needed to transfer my chats from the old phone to the new one. I thought it would automatically move, but no — silly me. My worry was that I no longer had access to the physical SIM, and retrieving it has been difficult. I have about 90% of my contacts on that SIM/WhatsApp. If I lost it, I lost you — and I wouldn’t want that. I cherish you, and I don’t want to lose you.

So I went back to ChatGPT again and explained my situation. I was given steps to follow, but somewhere along the line, I made an error. I suddenly lost access to my WhatsApp. My heart skipped for a few minutes — I was just frozen, thinking.

Then I looked closely and noticed an option: “Retrieve WhatsApp via Facebook.” I tried it, entered my details — and everything came back. Hippie! I was honestly so happy because I can’t afford to lose you. I feel like a tech bro now. Everything is back to normal.

I don’t want to lose you, and I’m sure the feeling is mutual. I intend writing on religion and how it’s killing us as a country, guess it’ll be another day.

Can I recite a poem for you? Yes? Yes?

“Together, under this weather
 Here in Gbagada
We are gathered with Dauda
Waiting for Tega
Oh there he comes, with okada With Matilda, the sister 
Even Lovina, my lover
No, that must be Amanda, the mother 
With the father, the warder
Even the brother, the barber 
On Okada with another
Yet another, heading for the border 
Eating banana, smoking marijuana
As Obama, I hala
Oh Osama, see wahalaaa.”

If you remember this line — YOU ARE A LEGEND.

See ya tomorrow.