Gamed

Twenty.

Samson's POV

Later that evening, we got a call from the principal. He called to ask if I had a National ID card. Fortunately, I did. How I got it was in my Church. Our pastor called the organizers to register us, which was a lot easier for the class like mine. That was two years ago though.

After I got the National ID card, I thought of when I was ever going to use it, and now, such a beautiful opportunity for me to use it. I was just so grateful to God for this opportunity.

"Have you finished packing?" Sarah asked me as she entered our room.

"Yeah." I said as I zipped the ghana-must-go bag. "Finally."

"Hope you packed everything packable."

"Sure."

The next day I woke up by four in the morning. I was so excited to leave for South Africa. I prayed before getting out of the bed. Luckily, there was light.

I tied my towel around my waist, carried the bucket in the kitchen, which was in the room, and made my way outside the house to the bathroom. Some people had woken up already to probably prepare for the day. It wasn't surprising to see that quite a number of people were awake 'cause it was a normal thing here. The whole compound shared just a bathroom, but two toilets.

After I'd had my bath, I dressed up and sat in the living room eating bread and tea. I silently ate the food as I thought of Anita. I wonder if she was awake by now or she was even excited to go with me to South Africa. Well, that's her cup of tea. So far I was happy to go, that's fine.

I cleaned up the table I used to eat and then relaxed a bit on the sofa.

"You're awake?"

I opened my eyes and saw it was mum. "Good morning ma. Yeah, I'm awake."

"What time is it?"

I looked at the clock on the wall. "It's three minutes after five." Time's so slow.

"Have you had your bath?"

"Yes."

"What time are you supposed to be there?"

"Before eight sha."

"You woke up early o."

"Yeah, I know. Mummy, please can I have your phone?"

"Why?"

"Just to keep myself busy."

"Okay. Come and take it in the room."

I rushed up and went to get the phone. If you're thinking it was an android phone, then you're so wrong. It was just a tecno palasa phone. But it could Facebook. I clicked on the Facebook app and came online. It was my account. My mum doesn't Facebook.

I got a few messages from my friends. I hadn't come online in ages because I wasn't a social media person at all. Even this Facebook account I opened, I was cajoled by my friends. So I only chatted once on it, and after that, it was the end.

I replied their messages but none of them was online, so I decided to stalk people. My head then went to Anita. "Yes, Anita. How come I forgot that?"

I typed her name down and pressed search. There were a lot of Anita that showed up. I then searched for Anita Phillip. Her account was the first that popped up on the screen. I checked the picture she used on her profile. She looked so beautiful and elegant in the picture, and it got over one thousand likes. "Wow! She sure is a Facebook person." Immediately, I sent her a friend request but it didn't go through 'cause her friends were already over five thousand. So she has to be the one to send me a friend request. "Dang it!"