FIRST BITE AT THE APPLE

I got in to work much earlier than I did on my first day. It was my second day at work as an attaché at a film production company. 

My boss, a film producer, had given me access to her iMac so I could work with it. She has a MacBook which she uses for most of her work.

On the first day she had powered on the desktop right before my presence, but I hadn't taken much into observation. I was just keen to get started.

When I got in, the monitor and the keyboard were covered in a black leather covering which I took off carefully. The next thing was to power it on and get started.

I looked at the screen but I didn't find a power button anywhere on its surface.

Okay...I thought.

I ran my fingers in a caressing manner around the smooth edges of the monitor, hoping to find a button. Nothing!

I then flipped the screen on its pivot, as I fixed my attention on the area behind the monitor where the USB and earphone ports were located. Rien!

I took a step back and took a harder look at the monitor, asking myself, "Where could they possibly have hidden the power button?"

I thought about asking Google, but the connection was poor on my phone.

"Maybe I should just ask my boss for help?" I thought again.

She was at the reception with the two clerical staff.

Then I remembered that I'm Nigerian, and the perception most people had about Nigerians. Here, as with most francophone cities I've visited, being a Nigerian means you're rich, well exposed, and you possibly know popular personalities.

I’ve had people ask me if I've met Aliko Dangote, or know Davido and other Nollywood stars. I always responded in the negative with a laugh.

If I knew any of these people I'm being associated with, I seriously doubt I'd be here.

Whether my boss had the same impression about me, I couldn't tell. I was neither going to allow a simple button ruin the reputation the Nigerian entertainment scene had created for me, and whatever people thought of me in this office.

I recalled a yoruba saying my mom used often when we found ourselves in a sticky situation, "nkan ti o ba lenu, ki gbon ju eniyan lo." Humans don't get outwitted by inanimate objects.

With the advent of A.I., I don't know how valid that saying might be in the coming years.

After taking a long stare at the monitor, I checked again at the back. Realizing that I had only focused on the part where the USB and earphone ports were, I checked the other side.

Et voilà! I found an indented button located at the left bottom part. I pressed it and the screen came on.

Little did I know that the keyboard wasn't connected, as I got a notification on the screen demanding a Bluetooth connection. I picked up the light keyboard for inspection, and found the power button by its side.

When I first used the mouse, each time I needed to rewind or fast-forward a clip I right clicked on the symbols. Today, I realized that I could do the same function merely by dragging my finger sideways on its glass body.

I DIED.

About the Author: Aderuku Tomisin

 As a Lawyer, writer and bi-linguist, Tomisin Aderuku possesses a creative and inquisitive mind. Often a sports writer, he his however open to exploring other areas of interests such as the Arts, Politics, Lifestyle etc, through the pen. Follow Tomi on Twitter @Wale_Ruku