... I quickly hopped onto my feet and trudged to safety, well, to what seemed like safety... '04/01/2016'
We had just concluded a wonderful performance at Muson and I was heading home with my goons who had refused to go through my preferred route, hence we alighted from the group's means of transportation - a private bus, at Onipan. It was about 21:00hrs
We were caught between using the overhead bridge and doing the unthinkable- pacing the highway.
Pacing the highway seemed like the more reasonable option at that time as numerous stories of night time robbery attack in the duly 'covered' overhead bridge instilled fear in us all.
We took the plunge, and carefully, we crossed the first part of the highway, then the second and then to the BRT Lane. Just between the covets that separated the BRT Lane from the highway, there was an iron that I hadn't noticed. I walked across and to my dismay, next thing that happened was me crawling on the floor on the BRT lane, trying to get myself up.
Eventually, I quickly hopped onto my feet and trudged to safety, well, to what seemed like safety- The BRT Lane. Amidst the many 'sorrys' and 'take cares', I scampered to my destination- the other side of the road.
I laughed it off and journeyed home. Then I replayed the earlier scenario in my mind and put things in perspective and suddenly a volcano of gratitude seared through entire mien as I figured that if things had happened differently, the simple fall could have taken a sour turn. A nightmare not good for the imagination let alone reality.
But then again, that's one of the ground breaking testimonies we take for granted.
Oftentimes, we lament with reckless abandon that we have missed the desired mark but if only we search inwards at those seemingly inconsequential moments when the Lord had stepped in, we would sing His praise endlessly
I don't mean to preach but just to help you understand that those little sources of gratitude often ignored are actually the testimonies we have.
Beautifully crafted and message loudly clear.
ReplyDeleteMany of the turns of events in our lives could have happened differently. Your story reminds of the loss of a friend in September 2015. Few days before, he had sent a birthday wish to another of our friends, a late August-born celebrant on Facebook; not knowing it would be his last. This is still vivid. At about 10.30 p.m. on a serene Saturday night-5th September 2015 I suppose, a strange distress call came in, " Is that prof.. Is that prof (the name I was called in school and apparently had saved it on his phone as)...? Your friend has been knocked down D.E.A.D by a hit-and-run driver while trying to cross the express lanes at Fadeyi Bus Stop(on Ikorodu Road)..." Fear gripped me and numbed me to confusion with my head spinning. Sadly, Akinwunmi was gone forever; A bright young man with a photographic memory lost.
Every of our escapes and good turns is a miracle that could have been a misery.
Safe to say I prefer the overhead ped bridges any day to doing the express.. May be a lil pepper spray could help when late night walk becomes unavoidable.
More wisdom to you and greater protection always!