My father always stressed the importance of doing your “business” before stepping out of the house, to him, it’s a daily routine. It didn’t sound like a big deal to me, I will do my business whenever I damn please. Pride before fall, no wahala.
I was trying to get into university of Lagos for my MSc, at least let me do masters if nobody will employ me. I had to be in Lagos for the screening exercise, did what I could and left the rest to God. I was back at my cousin’s in ikoyi for the rest of the weekend before heading back home.
As always, my aunt prepared a very nice meal for Sunday dinner, for some weird reasons Sunday night food is always the best, bet it has something to do with Sabbath. Anyways, I was treated to semo and vegetable with orisirisi inside, a combination I’m not very used to but gbagbe, it was as sweet as sin and was the perfect meal to start the week.
Early Monday morning, I took off, got my bus ticket at TBS, took a bus there as well, found a perfect seat, my playlist was on standby, sun was starting to show face, air condition was well conditioned, off to Berger we went.
They say “konji na bastard” lol, wrong assumption, shit is. Especially the unplanned one.
A strange wind blew from somewhere and I felt it right in my stomach, next was my brain, my brain sent it back to my stomach and it instantly sent shivers down my spine, like I was ticked. “God please” I silently said and whatever it was went away.
As we approached tipper, close to ojota, the uncle of the strange wind came again, (I knew it was the uncle cos faaaaaammmm… It was intense) this time around my brain and stomach and spine and shiver and every strand of hair I had felt it to the core, it was like the earth moved, not sure what I felt but I think cold inside and hot outside, cos it was like I had malaria join. At this point I knew I had no choice than to be strong, and I prayed and believed it will pass, as far as my faith could take me, it landed me at Berger and the earth wasn’t moving anymore, I felt normal again. I called my sister to inform her I will be paying a certain place in her house a visit as soon as I get to ibadan, as soon as I ended the call, that strange wind spoke loudly (this is the grandpa as in the first air bender) it said you might not make it to Ibadan.
The experience that followed after that is something i have never experienced in my lifetime, I wanted to do it there and then, let me just feel fine and go home in peace, my shirt was drenched in sweat.
I somehow managed to sight a “sweet sensation” (a restaurant)–it was love at first sight, dashed straight to their convenience and I let it go like I will never let go again, without shame or remorse. It was sensational. I spent close to an hour just to make sure that strange wind never comes again, at least till I get home.
This is one I'll never forget.
You had me at every instance especially when you said "the uncle of the strange wind" LMAO. Shit really got real 😅
ReplyDeleteShit is always real. Should not be caught up in it yea?
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