TRUE STORY: Who Deserves the Reward?

It was WEDNESDAY, May 6, 2015 at 0630GMT. I got to the bus stop and as usual and saw there was a queue. But I saw two ladies who were anxiously rummaging through a brown ladies' bag. Chai! Don't ask me how big the bag is. Just guess. Charlie, leave me alone so I can continue with the true story. Just when I joined the queue a a trotro just came in and we eased ourselves in. I was so engrossed in some whatsapping, you know, oblivious of whatever that was happening. 

Just then, I was figuratively awaken to the reality around me by the cry of one of the passengers. 'What!' I thought to myself. I watched her closely and listened keenly to her conversation on the phone. Oh Gosh! Not again, she's been robbed of her mobile phone. Apparently, she was telling whoever that was on the other side of the call about her predicament. But I couldn't hear clearly so as inquisitive as I was, I waited and when she was done, I tried to find out from her how it happened.

In sobs, she narrated her ordeal. "When I was on my to board a vehicle at this place, a certain private car pulled up beside me. The driver, a female, lowered the windscreen and drew my attention. I gave her an attention and she told me that I resemble someone she knows, a cousin of hers. She told me her cousin is Adjoa. I replied her as usual in the typical Ghanaian show of niceness. She quickly offered that I get in the car so she can drop me off at the bus stop. I gladly accepted the offer. I sat beside two other ladies who were already engrossed in a hearty conversation.

While in the vehicle, I just continued with I was doing earlier while on the way, whatsapping on my brand new phone.

In just three minutes time we were at the bus stop. I thanked her then pulled the doorknob to open but it wasn't opening. I tried again and it didn't again. Then the driver told me to put the phone in my bag and stretch my hand to use the doorknob outside to open. I gladly did. The door opened. I thanked her again and I alighted. I thanked again.

I walked quickly to join the queue with the thought of the phone in my bag. Just when I joined the queue, I decided to continue from where I left off the whatsapping. The phone was nowhere to be found."

She paused for a while and swore to do all she could to get that GHC1200 worth of phone that someone dashed her to reward her hard work. 

I thought, very silly though, that this may be also the reward of such carefully orchestrated thievery. What a wow! The phone is gone for good. May be a little lesson there for the 'lift' lovers.

I'm so amazed about their continuous sophistication. This is the story as told by the victim. 

Joseph Appah (writer) is a Professional Corporate & Social MC