3am this morning. Missing UFO, I pick up the phone to call him. I dial his brother's # and wait while it rings. A girl picks up. "Hello?" She says. I ask for UFO. She has no idea what I'm talking about. There's a long pause while she explains the situation to her friends. She's talking another language. "Hello? What is your name?" she asks me. I tell her. Pause. She asks this twice more. What a thrilling conversation, I think. I'm probably paying 5$ for this. The girl finally seems to be telling me her name, but I can't understand a word of it. She's either speaking another language to me now or very heavily-accented English. "I'm from America," I tell her emphatically, hoping that if she's holding the phone for UFO that word will click and she'll know who I am. The word triggers something, but not what I wanted. "America!" she says with excitement. Then to her friends, "This is from America!" There's a mild hubbub while everyone is informed of this, and then after a long while (I'm probably paying another 2$ for this) she hangs up. I double check the # I'd dialed. Oops. One digit off. Now it makes sense. It's not often an American gets a wrong # in Nigeria. I probably called this girls cell phone and gave her something to talk about for a week. I've never spent a better 7$ in my life.