Then three minutes synthesizing the environment and nothing gives. And there's this splitting headache. Slowly you recall your name and that of your kin. Oparanya Okalebo. You then remember that this is the 21st century, therefore you should be in possession of a cellphone.
Then as you frisk yourself, you realize that you're n@'ked. No cellphone, no wallet, no cl0thes. You walk towards the window, trying to ignore the massive headache. Looking down, you realise you're on the 4th floor of a building. From the bird's eye view, you can see that the world is moving on without you. And the world that you're seen is nothing familiar to you. Carts, porters, matatus are embroiled in a battle for the narrow space that passes off as a road. You take a seat on the bed trying to collect your thoughts. You cannot remember a thing. You walk back to the small bed, lie and blackout again.
It will take another full day for the chain of events leading to your family finding you to kick off. And they will begin with the room you're in being allocated to another 'sh0rt time' customer, who will storm in eager to finish his business, but have to inform the management that the room is occupied by a n@'ked man, who appears disoriented. Police will be summoned and quickly match you to the reported missing character. Your connected family will soon be reunited with you and nothing will matter to them then more than the fact you were found alive. ________________________________________
As James went through his Twitter feed on Tuesday, he noticed this tweet: #HelpFindOparanya Oparanya has been found. He's undergoing medical tests at the Aga Khan University Hospital. Thanks to all who came through.
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