Ringtone Teas.

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I loved the Digi-Prompt the moment I read it because I have a (plenty) wonderful story in regard to my ringtone. Before I spill the tea(s), I will tell you that I like to change up my ringtones to a customised one. Laziness has been the reason I stuck to the default ringtone that accompanies the iPhone I got two years ago; haven't changed it since.

My ringtone is always catchy, something that would turn heads and I would deliberately take my ringer to the highest volume. It changes from gospel to circular from time to time. I remember using Tongues of Fire by Dr. Paul Enenche for sometime. It was always comical when it would ring in the wrong crowd and I would get "the look". When I say wrong crowd, I mean the Muslims. They didn't bother hiding their detest. Newsflash, I don't care.

Then I switched my ringtone once to Leave Me Alone by NF. I remember how I was in a bus and it rang. A guy who was also a fan struck up conversation which led to exchanging numbers but where is he now? No idea. What do they say about disposable cups...evil grin

One time, I also changed my ringtone to A Prayer for You by Rev. Chris Oyakhilome and then guess what happened? It rang when I was in a bus (again - I seem to have a thing with buses) and this busy body man decided to tell me in a hush tone to not use such ringtones in those times (the times when Christians were dying anyhow and being traced to their homes by fanatic Muslims). According to him, we don't have to be loud about "our Christianity". This had me confused because this was just a ringtone and this man sounded like he was telling me to not be a Christian away from home. All I could think of was what Apostle Paul (the radical man from the Bible) would have said to this person. With that his sharp mouth? It would not have been good.

Finally, to the (major) Tea!

My cousin asked me to lend him my phone to browse something, and I did. This was five years ago. I thought nothing of it and my phone remained silent all the way home. I got home, started to turn the lock on my door when it rang... or rather moaned loudly. I am not kidding. Explicit porn sounds rang loud and in public. For sometime, I had no idea it was my phone. I was even looking around the compound wondering who was watching porn in public. Ha!

Imagine my shock when I pulled out my phone and to my chagrin, it was the perpetrator. After shamefully switching it off and running into my room, I immediately dialed the idiot because he was the one that called. I didn't need to think that hard about what transpired. Safe to say that he laughed loudly on the phone and met my backhand three days later.