I was asleep when all of a sudden I felt like I wasn’t alone. I could feel the room was heavy. I don’t know but somehow I could sense the presence of another person. I opened my eyes and a shadow quickly moved across the hall. Then I heard a sound that felt like someone pushing the back door. I didn’t know whether the person was in and trying to escape or was out and trying to enter.
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The shadow dashed across the room again and I told myself the person was inside. I got up and tiptoed toward the hall and saw the person opening the back door to step out. With all the energy in me, I screamed, “Thief! Thief! Thief!” But he quickly ran through the opened back door and disappeared into the dark night. I turned on the light and my phones were gone.
I had left my office bag in the hall before going to sleep. I quickly checked and everything was intact. My office laptop, purse that had money, my makeup kit, everything was there. I checked every corner of the room and nothing else was missing. “Thank God I woke up early and screamed. He would have stolen a lot from me.” I pepped myself up.
Two phones were gone, an iPhone and a Samsung phone. He had broken the back door and entered from behind. I wondered how deeply I had slept that I didn’t hear him break the door. When I got to the office and had access to a phone, the first person I called was Raymond, my boyfriend. I narrated everything that happened to him and he was shocked. “He was in your room? Really? He didn’t try to force himself on you?”
I knew he was going to ask that question. He loved my vagina more than he loved my life. A few days prior, we’d had a fight about a man he saw me sitting with in his car in the evening. He concluded the man was sleeping with me. I said no. He asked me to give my phone to him so he could go through my messages if indeed nothing was going on.
I found that request disrespectful so I said no, I wasn’t going to give my phone to him. He took it but didn’t know the password. He fought me to tell him and I didn’t. He called me a cheat and untrustworthy. We went days without talking to each other until my phone got stolen.
“Is that all you care about? Whether they slept with me or not? What about my life and the trauma I’ll be going through?”
He explained that he asked out of curiosity because it was weird that a thief would break in, see a beautiful girl like me, and rather run away with phones. I asked if he didn’t believe me and he said he did. He promised to help me buy a new phone as soon as possible but days later, all I had were excuses. I used my savings and bought a new phone for myself.
Close to a year later, my earring fell on the floor of his room and bounced under his bed. The earring was tiny so no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find it.
Days later, I took down his mattress, dismantled the bed frame and started looking for my earring. I had to sweep the dirt under his bed before I found my earring. It wasn’t only the earring I found but a SIM card that looked familiar.
I owned a dual SIM phone that contained my office line and my personal line. They were both MTN so I remember marking my SIM with a white correction fluid to differentiate it from the office SIM. It was the white mark on the SIM that made me pick it up. It was exactly the SIM from my phone that was stolen when the thief walked into my room. I placed it in my phone and it had my old contacts and even old SMS messages.
“Raymond, this SIM is mine. It was in my iPhone that got stolen. How did it get here?”
He looked at it and laughed. “What kind of question is that? What’s your SIM doing in my room?” he asked me. I responded, “Exactly the question I’m asking you. What is my SIM doing in your room when it was stolen almost a year ago?”
He accused me of making things up and denied ever having such a thing in his room. He even said I was setting him up. “For what?” I screamed. “This was under your bed. How did it get here? Were you the guy who came to my room that late night? Did you send him or were you with him?”
My mind was racing through everything that happened that night. The trauma afterward. Even to today, I sleep with my light on and I go around checking that all openings are locked before I sleep. He said he didn’t know about the SIM. Out of anger, I told him he would explain himself to the police because that was my next step.
I went home and thought about everything that happened before the thief came into my room. The argument about the man he saw me sitting in his car with. The fight over my phone so he could read my messages. Everything aligned and made sense as to why he would send someone to my room. There was a bag with money and a laptop but the thief didn’t touch those and only took my phones. Raymond sent the guy but he denied it and called me paranoid.
I wanted to bring in the police. The pain came back too fresh and too raw. The fact that I had to use my savings to buy new phones. I wanted him to confess and give me reasons but he gaslighted me and rather called me paranoid. I walked out of the relationship but the trauma his jealousy caused me is still living with me. I sleep and little things wake me up. All because a jealous boyfriend wanted to go through my phone.
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I don’t know if he was able to go through my phone but the fact that we were still together means even if he was able to access the phones, he couldn’t find anything incriminating. That I’m happy about but God will punish him for what he did. He’ll one day experience this same trauma in a different way so he will know how it feels. Devil!
