Shutting the door behind me, I crumbled to the floor like a pack of cards and wept.

This was my second heartbreak in a period of just 6 months. I thought losing the first one would make me any wiser ? I guess it didn't.

My two heartbreaks had one thing in common ; they were both snatched from me .

I could still vividly remember the first time I saw her in a shop down the street. Right from that moment, I fell in love with her.

On my way home everyday, I would always steal glances at her and admire.

My two months efforts paid off, as she finally became mine .

I took her to almost everywhere I went to.

It didn't take long for everyone to know she was my "priceless jewel".

Every evening, as I head home , she would always find comfort in my hand.

oh , oh , oh that was the sign I missed. I mistook the stare from those boys on the street for admiration.

How was I to know they nursed the intention of taking her from me? I was too blind to read the handwriting on the wall.

Today came the perfect opportunity for them. Instead of the usual place I always kept her. She was in my back pocket.

Reaching home, I placed my hand in my pocket, but the emptiness of the pocket made me jump out from my skin.

My beloved phone is gone.

I was emotionally drained. First from the fact that I was so much attached to her, and having spent my two months salary acquiring her considering my financial status made things worse.

I cried myself to sleep that day.

It will never be well with phone snatchers.

© Ezewrites

Nwafor Collins Chibueze
Awka, ANAMBRA STATE NIGERIA
Thursday 7th july 2022