Hey you bloggy wasup? Meant to update you yesterday after church,but trust power holding to do what they are skilled at-taking electricity.Plenty gist i had yesterday but forgotten most now.i was
gbono felefele when i got back from church,must be the
anointing! Remind me that i want to talk about Naija univ,church and Miss nice. You know what came to my mind?maybe i should use this medium to talk about people around me but we will use names of fruits instead of real names so when my blog is full and i invite people to read i won't get into trouble.
Back to the reason I'm here,boarded a bus from Lagos-Island today and it was hilarious.Buses in Lagos are always mobile comedy zones for me,sometimes i feel the joke so much but i tell myself i won't laugh so that i won't be tagged in their conversations,anywhere it also makes me savor gist well well(ofofo.com).But i must first warn you that I'm not too good a story teller,but still hope you will understand a little.
In this particular bus i boarded(don't really know what triggered the conversation)the conductor was saying he didn't like wearing suits as they were uncomfortable outfits,rather he preferred native attires and Jeans and 'polo'(accent gave him away).He went on to say he wanted to be a worker in church but church rules are that every worker must wear suits and for that reason he not only rescinded in his decision of joining the department he also left the church. My guess is that he was trying to show that he is/was a strong willed ,firm and decisive person. I thought that was the end of the story. Immediately the conductor finished, a '
spiri' sounding man flared up or is it chastened him by saying if he got a job in a bank and is asked to wear suits would he say he won't and continue with the bus conducting job because he doesn't like wearing suits. Thinking the spiri man had had his fill he continued by saying young man 'you better don't let suit stand in the way of your salvation,go back and join the church workers group'.Shocked at the unexpected response,the conductor had to explained that he is actually in a spirit filled church now,still loved the former,blah, blah,blah. What amused me the most was the fact that the conductor was just trying to flex in his territory,not bargaining for plenty response.
True i agree that mundane things shouldn't stand in the way of getting anything in ones life,but i also think it is up to individuals to work out their salvation,which is personal ,with fear and trembling. Apart from that
wetin concern spiri man with conductor?guess he is the example of a godly neighbor/friends keeper. Thinking about it now,is God going to question me and my fellow hear-but-no-respond passengers?Can't know until then ,can i?
How can i forget, I've had plenty bus experiences in this Lagos. One time i boarded a bus and was the last person in it(was to alight in the next bus stop) and the conductor brought out this tiny newspaper ball-like wrapping. While he was opening the wrappers and smiling wolfishly at me, i had missed a couple of heart beats,as i thought he wanted to
jazz me and carry me way pass my destination,only for me to realize that it was weed(Indian hemp) in the papers. Trying to look and sound bold coupled with the fact that i am a Christian and in the spirit of neighborliness,i told him it wasn't good for his health when i had gotten off the bus. Don't mind me, why i no talk the second wey he bring the wrapper out? fear and liver cut took the better of me. In those seconds while he brought the weed out and my mind thinking kidnap,i had gone through silent hysteria to high class paranoia.
Another incident happened too in the Lagos bus one day,the conductor ran away with my change. Was upset for a few seconds cause it was a large sum in danfo circles. Immediately it happened a beautiful thought crossed my mind-
it was my money that was taken away not me. The minute i realized that, i became thankful, joyous and not down cast. In this horrid,filthy Lagos,even Nigeria, if you go out and come home safely then fellas you've got something to be thankful for,cause believe me it could be worse. I also had another reason to be grateful,that it was not my last cash,might have been disastrous. Imagine you passing bye and you see my humble yeye self begging for alms to get home! God Forbid.To think that i always turn an eye when people beg from me on the road. Wow,i guess from now I've got to loosen up and give. Or maybe its the alms i gave 10years ago(yeah right) that is still saving my ass.Only God Can say.
Whatever the case is i still board those buses(broad daylight only),what choice do i have but to continue,hopefully someday soon I'll be able to afford and
ayokele of my own or find a sensible man who knows his duties to do so or better still open an account in one of this yeye banks or drink a coke(those promos where you win cars).Who knows which one will save the day?