Week 3: Tell Your Counterfeit Story and Win a Nokia Smart Phone
We have all used a counterfeit phone at some point...let's hear your experience using one. The most truth, most interesting story gets a Nokia Smartphone.
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FAKE GIRL FAKE PHONE PART 1. Hi hi my name is Judith and I am an undergraduate of university of uyo. I am a bit popular in my class and people always have this falsified notion about me that I come from a well to do home. As per I am tight and all; little do they know that I often get broke and borrow borrow make me rich sometimes. I guess it’s because I am a bit boastful and big mouthed; or coz I was one of the first in my class u get a BB. whatever . The tragedy started when the owner of the BB i was using came back to collect it and I knew I couldn’t afford another so I opted for what I call the second best a ‘copy Nokia’. The good thing about my ‘chi chi’ was that It was not very common. It was square in shape and it had every thing you could ever imagine. TV, radio, mp3, camera video, Bluetooth and such more. When u slide it; it doesn’t like normal phones do. U need to turn it round to open the phone. It was labeled TV mobile. It was flashy enough to earn me the respect I thought I deserved I began to fool those of my friends who didn’t know the difference between counterfeit and an original. I remember one girl in my class asked me ‘I guess this your phone is worth up to thirty grand’. Then I replied vehemently; ‘Girl u should know me way to well. I can’t do a phone that’s not at least fifty grand. I actually bought this fifty grand and it’s quite cheap’. Omo u go fear fear . I felt so good with myself that I had made a big girl impression on her. However when I met any of my friends who knew the difference between the two I would try to hide it. That is how i lived until my cousin who came from the villa to write post ume visited She was like she loved my phone and all. I was like that it was the latest version of BB a friend got for me in London and it wasn’t yet in Nigeria. She kinda believed. She said she wanted to play games and I said no probs that I wanted to sleep and wake up early for my 7oclock class. Dr Ekanem`s class was always in the departmental library and students always kept their bags in front of the class with phones switched off. I did not need to off my phone coz my phone was permanently in silence. Suddenly a phone rang aloud ‘gring gring gring’ continuously and stopped. The lecturer ignored it the first time. It rang again ‘gring gring gring’ and the whole class started laughing .I joined in the laughter because, who cares? After all I knew it was not my phone and even if mine rang it would not be like that. I had customized my ring tone to beyonces diva. The phone rang again and this time around I led in the laughter .I so laughed that people started looking at me and laughing. It kept ringing and I kept laughing aloud until the lecturer asked ‘who owns that phone’. No one said anything and still I was laughing. I told people around me ; I actually shouted it for them to notice that I have good taste for music ‘what kind of old skool archaic ring tone is that for crying out loud .Some people don’t just have taste for good music and good phones. What nonsense’ .Then I heard one fine boy in my class who I always had a crush on say ‘probably that’s what that person can afford’. Then I felt it was time to impress Mr. Fine boy with my big girl skills so I changed my intonation and voice to that of some Canadian chic ‘God forbid i use such a phone. In this 21st century? I will rather not use a phone or use a cheap Nokia than to use such. It’s pathetic.’ From the way he looked at me I felt he was pleased just the way I was and he was still looking at me, then I felt shy. In my mind, I gave myself a standing ovation coz I felt my plan worked.
FAKE GIRL FAKE PHONE PART2 Thereafter the lecturer then searched for the bag from which the phone was ringing and asked ‘who owns this bag’. I was still laughing profusely when my friend whispered ‘is that not your bag Judith’. I looked at it and it looked exactly like my bag but I knew it was not my phone so I told her; ‘It can’t be. It just a look alike of my bag. You know mine is an original chloe bag and this looks like its Aba. So the lecturer opened the bag and got the phone and an exercise book with a name on it. ‘Who is Judith Edet; I say who is Judith Edet? OMG that was me; it was bag; it was my phone all this while. Gush. So many things were running through my mind. It must have been that lil cousin of mine that changed some things in my phone .To say I was embarrassed was an understatement. It was indeed humiliating. I walked to the front of the lib and I could not display my normal swagger catwalk skills. He said ‘do you know that you are very stupid you were the one laughing there as though you did not know it was your phone. No wonder the say empty barrels make the loudest noise. The phone rang again ‘gring gring gring’ then he picked it and put it in speaker. The person calling did not wait for any response and said ‘how far? Why u no one pick my calls now. I won go Aba next week so I go need the money way you dey owe me’. That was the height of embarrassment. 1st class embarrassment. Capital shame. I saw all my friends and haters laughing at me. Then I looked towards Mr. Fine boy and lo and behold he was laughing as well. OMG I screwed. And that is how the class ended because people were really laughing and it became too rowdy. That is how I was busted and for the first time in a long time I ate humble pie. Guess what? I am still using that phone till now. I mean what is the point; every one already knows I own a imitation phone. Bragging wasn’t such a profitable investment after all .Now I am sharing my story not just as an attempt to win this phone but rather as a instrument of counsel to younger adults like me. Being yourself is always the best bet. You do not need a fake identity, lies, or falsehood to impress anyone .Deceitfulness and pretence never really got me anywhere. Honesty, truthfulness and sincerity should always be your watchword. It’s more honorable to be straightforward and people would respect u that way. I have resolved to let integrity guard nothing and me shall deter me from its path. On this note, i rest my case. That’s my counterfeit story. What’s yours????
It all happened somtym last year after much complaint abt phone my sister's husband sent me an iphone 4.It was a talk about phone has everyone in class wanted to have a glimpse of it.It made me popular among my peers as i was known to be the quiet lonely type.But my little found fame didnot last when i started having financial constraints couldnt call home after my distubance.Decided to share my problems with a friend who suggested i sell my 2months phone.I was really pissed till he told the monetary value and what i stand to gain like buying another expensive phone and till have a enough to use.After much consideration i agreed. We left for Aba where he said he knows someone who will give a good price.But unfortunately his price was not good enough infact way below wat i bargained for,we checked some other places but till got same result.At which we agreed to leave.That was when the worst happened.A man who was standing by asked what we wanted has he has seen us walking to and fro.I told him our continue from next page Tonia 08038173571
We told our plight to which he laughed and agreed to help if we go to his shop to negotiate the price.After much scrutiny of the phone asking questions he said his price though higher than the others but was not good enough. We had to leave. It was when i got to my room in school that i noticed my phone had not ring.What i saw almost caused me a cardial arrest it was not my phone and dashed off immediately to my friends hostel where upon seeing it he confirmed it was not just my phone but a Chinco. I was shaking.His friends suggested we go back but it was late.We left the next day but on getting there we met another person who denied knowledge of the man. Others said they've not heard off him.Thee traders there also confirmed my phone was a china, i just wanted to die. Couldnt call home to tell them.Had to stick with the phone ,repair upon repair it was a terrible experience didnt get the money i wanted yet lost my phone. Tonia 08038173571 winningace@yahoo.com
Ok, I was in the city centre of Leeds one saturday morning when a guy looking weary came over to me with an iphone 4. The iphone4 had just been released for sale. He told me he needed to make quick money for something urgent. Ok he gave me the phone, and I gave him £100. Getting home, I tried to put a sim into it. After looking for where to put a sim, i discovered i could open the back and even put a new battery in it. As we all know, iphone back cant be opened except by professional means. I then discovered it was chinese. I had been played..
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FAKE GIRL FAKE PHONE PART 1. Hi hi my name is Judith and I am an undergraduate of university of uyo. I am a bit popular in my class and people always have this falsified notion about me that I come from a well to do home. As per I am tight and all; little do they know that I often get broke and borrow borrow make me rich sometimes. I guess it’s because I am a bit boastful and big mouthed; or coz I was one of the first in my class u get a BB. whatever . The tragedy started when the owner of the BB i was using came back to collect it and I knew I couldn’t afford another so I opted for what I call the second best a ‘copy Nokia’. The good thing about my ‘chi chi’ was that It was not very common. It was square in shape and it had every thing you could ever imagine. TV, radio, mp3, camera video, Bluetooth and such more. When u slide it; it doesn’t like normal phones do. U need to turn it round to open the phone. It was labeled TV mobile. It was flashy enough to earn me the respect I thought I deserved I began to fool those of my friends who didn’t know the difference between counterfeit and an original. I remember one girl in my class asked me ‘I guess this your phone is worth up to thirty grand’. Then I replied vehemently; ‘Girl u should know me way to well. I can’t do a phone that’s not at least fifty grand. I actually bought this fifty grand and it’s quite cheap’. Omo u go fear fear . I felt so good with myself that I had made a big girl impression on her. However when I met any of my friends who knew the difference between the two I would try to hide it. That is how i lived until my cousin who came from the villa to write post ume visited She was like she loved my phone and all. I was like that it was the latest version of BB a friend got for me in London and it wasn’t yet in Nigeria. She kinda believed. She said she wanted to play games and I said no probs that I wanted to sleep and wake up early for my 7oclock class. Dr Ekanem`s class was always in the departmental library and students always kept their bags in front of the class with phones switched off. I did not need to off my phone coz my phone was permanently in silence. Suddenly a phone rang aloud ‘gring gring gring’ continuously and stopped. The lecturer ignored it the first time. It rang again ‘gring gring gring’ and the whole class started laughing .I joined in the laughter because, who cares? After all I knew it was not my phone and even if mine rang it would not be like that. I had customized my ring tone to beyonces diva. The phone rang again and this time around I led in the laughter .I so laughed that people started looking at me and laughing. It kept ringing and I kept laughing aloud until the lecturer asked ‘who owns that phone’. No one said anything and still I was laughing. I told people around me ; I actually shouted it for them to notice that I have good taste for music ‘what kind of old skool archaic ring tone is that for crying out loud .Some people don’t just have taste for good music and good phones. What nonsense’ .Then I heard one fine boy in my class who I always had a crush on say ‘probably that’s what that person can afford’. Then I felt it was time to impress Mr. Fine boy with my big girl skills so I changed my intonation and voice to that of some Canadian chic ‘God forbid i use such a phone. In this 21st century? I will rather not use a phone or use a cheap Nokia than to use such. It’s pathetic.’ From the way he looked at me I felt he was pleased just the way I was and he was still looking at me, then I felt shy. In my mind, I gave myself a standing ovation coz I felt my plan worked.
FAKE GIRL FAKE PHONE PART2 Thereafter the lecturer then searched for the bag from which the phone was ringing and asked ‘who owns this bag’. I was still laughing profusely when my friend whispered ‘is that not your bag Judith’. I looked at it and it looked exactly like my bag but I knew it was not my phone so I told her; ‘It can’t be. It just a look alike of my bag. You know mine is an original chloe bag and this looks like its Aba. So the lecturer opened the bag and got the phone and an exercise book with a name on it. ‘Who is Judith Edet; I say who is Judith Edet? OMG that was me; it was bag; it was my phone all this while. Gush. So many things were running through my mind. It must have been that lil cousin of mine that changed some things in my phone .To say I was embarrassed was an understatement. It was indeed humiliating. I walked to the front of the lib and I could not display my normal swagger catwalk skills. He said ‘do you know that you are very stupid you were the one laughing there as though you did not know it was your phone. No wonder the say empty barrels make the loudest noise. The phone rang again ‘gring gring gring’ then he picked it and put it in speaker. The person calling did not wait for any response and said ‘how far? Why u no one pick my calls now. I won go Aba next week so I go need the money way you dey owe me’. That was the height of embarrassment. 1st class embarrassment. Capital shame. I saw all my friends and haters laughing at me. Then I looked towards Mr. Fine boy and lo and behold he was laughing as well. OMG I screwed. And that is how the class ended because people were really laughing and it became too rowdy. That is how I was busted and for the first time in a long time I ate humble pie. Guess what? I am still using that phone till now. I mean what is the point; every one already knows I own a imitation phone. Bragging wasn’t such a profitable investment after all .Now I am sharing my story not just as an attempt to win this phone but rather as a instrument of counsel to younger adults like me. Being yourself is always the best bet. You do not need a fake identity, lies, or falsehood to impress anyone .Deceitfulness and pretence never really got me anywhere. Honesty, truthfulness and sincerity should always be your watchword. It’s more honorable to be straightforward and people would respect u that way. I have resolved to let integrity guard nothing and me shall deter me from its path. On this note, i rest my case. That’s my counterfeit story. What’s yours????
It all happened somtym last year after much complaint abt phone my sister's husband sent me an iphone 4.It was a talk about phone has everyone in class wanted to have a glimpse of it.It made me popular among my peers as i was known to be the quiet lonely type.But my little found fame didnot last when i started having financial constraints couldnt call home after my distubance.Decided to share my problems with a friend who suggested i sell my 2months phone.I was really pissed till he told the monetary value and what i stand to gain like buying another expensive phone and till have a enough to use.After much consideration i agreed. We left for Aba where he said he knows someone who will give a good price.But unfortunately his price was not good enough infact way below wat i bargained for,we checked some other places but till got same result.At which we agreed to leave.That was when the worst happened.A man who was standing by asked what we wanted has he has seen us walking to and fro.I told him our
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We told our plight to which he laughed and agreed to help if we go to his shop to negotiate the price.After much scrutiny of the phone asking questions he said his price though higher than the others but was not good enough. We had to leave. It was when i got to my room in school that i noticed my phone had not ring.What i saw almost caused me a cardial arrest it was not my phone and dashed off immediately to my friends hostel where upon seeing it he confirmed it was not just my phone but a Chinco. I was shaking.His friends suggested we go back but it was late.We left the next day but on getting there we met another person who denied knowledge of the man. Others said they've not heard off him.Thee traders there also confirmed my phone was a china, i just wanted to die. Couldnt call home to tell them.Had to stick with the phone ,repair upon repair it was a terrible experience didnt get the money i wanted yet lost my phone.
Tonia 08038173571 winningace@yahoo.com
Ok,
I was in the city centre of Leeds one saturday morning when a guy looking weary came over to me with an iphone 4.
The iphone4 had just been released for sale.
He told me he needed to make quick money for something urgent. Ok he gave me the phone, and I gave him £100. Getting home, I tried to put a sim into it. After looking for where to put a sim, i discovered i could open the back and even put a new battery in it. As we all know, iphone back cant be opened except by professional means. I then discovered it was chinese. I had been played..
i like the first story though it looks fake
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