Buying a new phone is likened to having a new relationship.
It comes in a new pack, fresh and clean.
Then you begin to unwrap, you find that this phone comes with earphones and a charger just like your previous phone. A complete upgrade from your ex-phoneit seems. Awesome specifications ! You are so excited your hands trembling you read, Android 5.1 while the former was 4.4, quad core for a dual core, 3000mAh battery for 2100mAh, 13+8 mp camera, 16 GB+ 2gb memory for an 8gb memory, 4G internet for a 3G internet.
The the feel...oh the way it balances for that perfect selfie. The camera lights up your face and gives you this beauty that is not of this world.
The first stage
" I love my new phone", you say it for the world to hear. Have you seen it ? It could be a Samsung s6 edge or an iPhone 6s or an infinix hot 3 . No matter the make, you love your phone. Computer nerds tell you things like " the camera is too vague, too simple", " the processor is too slow", "this is the worst make yet".
But despite their fallible words, you look at your phone and only see perfection. You don't care what they are all saying.
"Y'all should get yourselves a new phone and stop talking about mine". You say this coolly not to offend but also to pass the message across. The phone is perfect for you and your needs.
There's a second stage
You discover things you never new existed before. Your phone seems to offer you unlimited access to online platforms.
There are different wallpapers, different memo pads, a different call button, different screenshot button, different charging point, a different point for your earphones. But with each difference comes greater opportunities; a chance to explore and be explored. You learn to love the differences and appreciate them somewhat. You learn to manoeuvre them and embrace them. Make them yours as much as you can but you still can't help but wish there were some things you could change about this phone like the camera or the special fonts the former phone had, even the shape, you realise you prefer the shape of your ex-phone. But in due time, you get accustomed to this new phone and learn to appreciate the special hiding spots or even the one year user warranty. The comfort develops and you feel nothing can go wrong.
The third phase
Then after 8 months, it slips from your hands and falls while you were taking a selfie. "Oh my goodness", you try desperately to save it. But its too late the screen is gone. It looks like a fragmented disco ball but with uglier edges, "I still love you tho and I will fix you". But it costs you a lot of money to get it fixed. "Anything for my phone", you say this with all your heart till... Your phone screen is harder to navigate, it shuts down at will, the battery starts having issues running down like the naira note...for no apparent reason. People handle this phase differently. Some will try their best to manage the phone, the love for it fades, but they still try their best to use it, some manage it because there's no cash to get another.
There are those that try and try to fix it, and then black out not caring how the phone is treated anymore, they purchase another phone on the side and use the two simultaneously out of sympathy" I've used you for a long while now", "I bought you at a high price", " I like the camera", " I can't let it go. Its the best model of its make" . You give yourself reasons not to leave this phone or sell it , so you keep it anyways.
There are others who love the phone even more, they know they made it fall so they try to utilize it as best as they can.
The final group will leave the phone. "It doesn't appeal to me anymore, its had its day, there's a new model out anyway".
The poor phone has no say, even if it does, you don't listen to what it has to say . "There are many phones out there", you say to yourself " I'll just save enough and get me a new one.
Finally you get a new phone and discard the old one. The tables are turned and you don't even notice. Its an endless cycle of mans greed. And you tear open the new phone pack...
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