Psychic phones | Juwon Ogungbe

Back in the day, when you lived next door to a railway station, before the advent of mobile phones, we would call each other on our landline phones to make arrangements to meet up.

Whenever I was supposed to visit you at home, I would throw a stone up to your room’s window, to let you know of my arrival.

On one occasion, I was making my way towards your place and as I crossed the small plaza in front of your home, you looked out of the window. It felt uncanny at the time.

I asked you: ‘ How did you know I was around?’ Your answer was ‘You threw a stone, didn’t you?’

But I hadn’t thrown a stone. We were both mystified. Something similar happened, a couple of days ago. I’m mystified, yet again.

Originally published at on August 25, 2020.