We all know that life is not balanced and fingers are not equal (although I wish they are) but it is what it is. You have no control over how some days go. You can plan but there's no guarantee to how that day will still go.
There was this day when it showed that the gods were on my matter. That day was just like any other day. I woke up and prepared to go to work. The sun was singing hallelujah by Alexandra Burke.
The bus stop was crowded as usual, typical of Monday mornings and the bus drivers were ready with their Cutlass to rip passengers off with a tremendous hike in price.
I Sha boarded a bus from Orile Iganmu heading to Surulere. I alighted from the bus and that was when the first sign of a not so good day happened. My shoe tripped and I almost fell to the ground. Luckily, I didn't fall but my fancy slippers got spoiled. So I had to limp to school.
Imagine dressing very cooperately, only to end up limping to work. Chai, my steeze o. I ignored the weird stares from other passersby until I reached my place of work.
Frustrated and tired, I went to ease myself in the ladies rest room. While I was doing my business, a call came in from a friend. I answered the call but my voice sounded like an old beaten drum, not cheerful at all. My friend observed and asked me what was wrong with me.
I quickly opened my mouth to narrate the story of my life to her on how the day was not going so great for me. She listened, comforted and encouraged me. I was grateful for her call but then, something else happened that made me realize that the gods were with my remote control.
While I was still on the phone with my friend, the phone was placed in between my chin and my shoulder so that I could rinse my hands before leaving the rest room. Lo and behold my brethren, in a twinkling of an eye, I heard a floop sound. My phone had fallen into the W.C.
Jesus Chrrrist! was all I could muster as I stared at my phone inside a puddle of mixed liquid (thank goodness it was poop).
After about two minutes that felt like forever, I bravely dipped my hand into the W.C and rescued my phone from the clutches of death. I quickly took out the battery and casing and sun dried it for hours.
My colleagues noticed my downcast face and asked me what happened and of course, I spilled the beans to them from beginning to end. That was when one of them said to me ”E be like say your village people know your address”.
Of course, I replied with a loud ”God forbid, it is not my portion”. But my phone was still there crying in the sun. After the close of work that very day, I took the dismantled phone to a phone repair guy to check it out. Fortunately, he told me that the phone could be saved because I sun dried it quickly when it fell into the liquid.
I got the phone back the next day from the repair guy but I did not forget that bad day in a hurry. I'm glad the gods finally let me be.
Thank you all for reading.
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