A rare coincidence happened today.
During Shiloh last year, there was one particular night my unit wore the same dress code as the Hospitality Unit. Toward the end of the service, a lady jokingly(and seriously at the same time) confronted me, saying I didn’t give her water when we were sharing it, and that she called and stretched out her hand but I just ignored. Meanwhile, she had mistaken me for a member of the Hospitality Unit because they were the ones sharing water, not my unit. Guess what? She ranted all that in Ukwuani(my language)
Immediately she was done, she followed the noisy crowd and ghosted. There wasn’t any opportunity to ask her how she got to know me. I was surprised that she addressed me in my language, and she didn’t look familiar at all. So I assumed she was someone who knew me from somewhere, probably from my home church, LFC UMUTU 2(Emphasis on UMUTU 2 abeg 😎)
I have had plans to reach out to her one day, but sometimes the nature of our work keeps one confined to one corner, and before you know it, the crowd has crowded.
I finally met her today(after 6months) when I was working outside.
I reminded her of the day she confronted me, and she laughed it off.
I asked her where she knew me from. She said she doesn’t know me from anywhere.
“You don’t know me from anywhere, and you addressed me in my dialect?” I asked, looking thoroughly curious.
“I heard you speak the language one day, and that was why I decided to pull t
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“I heard you speak the language one day, and that was why I decided to pull the string like that,” she responded with a laugh.
Yeah, I speak Ukwuani a lot and very loud with Mrs Ikinimore, Mrs Emoga and our LCC chairman, so I didn't argue with her on that.
I went on to ask her about her place (origin) since she speaks the language, and she mentioned a not-so familiar community in my LGA but they live in UMUTU!
"UMUTU?????"
"Yes, Umutu!"