Heart Touching Story…What have you Given Him?

Touching Story$

. About three phones have gone
missing in our room in the past five months.
When we reported to the School’s security,
they only told us that it was a roommate that
is responsible. Everyone of us in the room was
waiting for the day we will catch the culprit.
Last Tuesday, when we were all asleep; I think
it was about 2 am, Ben woke up suddenly and
his phone was gone. His phone was the most
expensive of us all. When Ben woke up and
couldn’t find his phone, he sprang up from the
bed and quickly opened his cupboard. He
rummaged the contents, even removed his
clothes but could still not find the phone.
I was in the room when it happened; sitting
and reading before I dozed off with my
heading resting on my books. So when Ben
couldn’t find his phone, he gently shook my
shoulders until I woke up. ‘It has happened
again’, he told me.
I didn’t even need to ask what happened as I
could see the panic and loss written in his
eyes.
This is the second time his phone had been
stolen. So I took my phone and dialed Ben’s
number; just to be sure it had not been
misplaced. ‘Error in Connection’ was what I
saw on the screen of my phone. I dialed it
again and it started ringing not just on my
phone, but the actual ring tone of Ben’s
Samsung phone was faintly audible.
We were both surprised when we heard the
tone. I beckoned on Ben to keep quiet as he
was visibly ready to ‘finish’ the person who
took his phone. I continued dialing as we
moved silently, following the direction of the
ring tone. There were four bunks in the room,
each with two bed spaces. Ben and I use the
same bunk just beside the door and the sound
was coming from the last bunk at the extreme
left corner.
We tiptoed, Ben and I, like Jack Baeur until we
traced the sound to the top bed space on the
last bunk. ‘So it is John who had been
stealing phones in this room’. Ben whispered
to me.
We shook his leg and woke him up only to
find out it was not John sleeping on the
mattress. Neither of us had ever seen the
[10/24, 12:38 PM] Kvng youngbaddo: remaining part… guy
before. To make matters worse, the ringing
was coming
from the bag he was using as pillow.
When he woke up, he looked at us strangely
as if he didn’t know why we were there.
We opened the bag and found not just Ben’s
Samsung, but three other phones. ‘So, you are
the one who’s been stealing our phones!’; Ben
shouted at him.
Before he could find an excuse, Ben slapped
him on his left cheek and walked out looking
for anything to break one or two of the guy’s
bones. I don’t know; but there was something
about the guy. So I asked him, ‘Oga, what are
you doing here?’ ‘What are you doing with
Ben’s phone’. He was just looking at me
without saying anything, so I slapped his right
cheek with my left hand.
‘ANSWER ME!’, I screamed at him; waking up
the roommates who were around. John had
obviously gone to night class to read and I
assumed the other three roommates who were
absent had also gone to read.
The two guys remaining in the room with me
and Ben came and gave their own round of
slaps. The accused was now staggering when
Ben came back with a long wood hard enough
to kill the guy. As he raised it up, the three of
us, the roommates, held his hands so he
wouldn’t murder the accused. Ben dropped the
wood and swept his right leg against the
thief’s legs and he fell down. Ben had told me
before that he had attended the Soldiers’
recruitment training but failed the medical
test. I believed him right then.
I looked at the guy crumple on the floor and
before Ben killed him, I decided to interview
him, at least to know who he is. He was now
sitting on the ground where he landed from
Ben’s force. ‘Who are you?’ I asked him again;
this time gently. He was crying but it was only
the tears that were coming out. It was then I
realized he had not even uttered a word since
it all started. Not even when he fell to the
ground. ‘Why are you in our room’? I asked
again. ‘Can you even talk?’ He shook his head
then. I was now confused. Why was he
shaking his head?
[10/24, 12:38 PM] Kvng youngbaddo: So, I asked again, ‘Can’t you talk?’ He shook
his head again. ‘Wait, is it that this guy is
dumb?’, I asked the guys.
The guy then nodded his head and pointed to
his mouth and then shook his head left to
right. It hit me then. The guy is dumb but not
deaf. That was the first time I am seeing a
case like that.
My anger changed to pity immediately. ‘Are
you dumb?’, I ashamedly asked the guy to
confirm. Again, he nodded his head.
‘Can you read and write?’ He nodded again.
‘Get me a pen and note!’ I said to my
roommates over my shoulder. I collected the
pen and wrote on the note, ‘Who are you?
Explain yourself.’ I was almost in tears as I
read his fine handwriting, ‘My name is James,
I am John’s elder brother. I am a student of
Delta State University. I was traveling to Delta
but our bus stopped for the night at Benin. So
I decided to sleep with my brother till
tomorrow morning. He brought me here
around 12 am and went out to night class to
read. He gave me the bag to keep for him. So
I decided to use it as pillow so that it won’t be
stolen’.
I held the note with the guys at my back as
all of us read it. I became so weak I almost
fell.� ‘The guy is innocent.’ I needlessly
announced.
When we realized this, even I was ashamed of
myself.
Ben just stood there with the wood he almost
used to hit him, looking as if he was the one
who had been beaten. I am not sure, but I
think I saw tears in his eyes as he realized he
had just punished an innocent man.
So we knelt down; Ben and I, we knelt down
and clasped our hands so he will know we
were really sorry. With tears in our eyes, we
told him, ‘We are sorry. Sorry for accusing you
wrongly and beating you for it’. The dumb guy
just smiled with bleeding lips from the blow I
gave him. He smiled and looked into our eyes.
And I could see pity in his eyes. He smiled
and shook his head and then wrote in the
same paper. ‘It is Alright. I took the pain
willingly. Please don’t beat my brother
anymore. I knew why you were beating me.
[10/24, 12:38 PM] Kvng youngbaddo: John had always been a thief, right from
home. But please don’t report or beat him
again’.
Tears dropped from my eyes as I read his
sacrifice. He deliberately allowed us beat him
just so that John will be free. I lend my hand
and raised him up as I used my cloth to wipe
the tears from his face and blood from his
lips. It was then my own tears flowed from the
corners of my eyes.
..
this is what Jesus did for us on the cross of
calvary. kept quiet and even died so that we
can be saved. He never protested his
innocence but bore it all for us. He gave his
life for you. What have you given for him?

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