The Journey 2

Continued from last week. Read it here

The driver drove in to a petrol station to fill the vehicle’s tank. Ghen ghen! Error! A man shouted in pidgin English, “soooooo your sense no tell you say you suppose buy fuel before you commot garage, abi?”  Those passengers did not take it lightly with him.  A young lady, whose brows looked like a failed attempt at drawing a thin, black semi-circle shouted “hoooo my goish! But what kind hof hei rubbish hiz diz? Hayam halready late.” with the popular yoruba H factor. I giggled. Another one who was chewing gum like no man’s business muttered a “radarada” and gave a long hiss, then others joined in, shouting, hissing and disturbing not just the driver but me. I could feel their frustration though; it has been a rough journey. But I have noticed that rough journey or not, whenever a commercial driver stops to buy fuel, some passengers complain. They have no chill, but chill, how come I’m chilled at this unchilled hour? I wondered.

There was silence for a while as we continued the journey, I was glad. I craved corn all of a sudden, soft boiled one. What has this man done to me? I craved it so badly but not the type he was eating. I wanted some, bought fresh and raw, peeled by me, boiled by me in my own kitchen, in my own water, with my own salt, oh the aroma of just hot water, corn and salt! in my own pot, on my own... How did I get here? "Stop dreaming Dammy!" I turned to look at Mr. Corn, he was sleeping with his mouth opened but that did not last long as the bus bumped into a pothole and his head hit the window. Ouch! that must have hurt him but that was not was not his major concern as his phone fell under the seat and of course he had to disturb me so as to be able to pick it up.

As if the journey was not rough enough, the bus broke down. The insults, noise, hiss were more than before. “If he had checked his vehicle well before moving, it would not have broken down.” I still was unbothered, as I stopped reading and instead chose to write about what was happening. Another man said “if he had a conductor now, it would have been better.” I replied, “sir, it’s not too late. Do you want to be his conductor?” I said that in my mind, of course. Most of the passengers alighted. I could not concentrate any longer. I struggled for a moment with the thought of whether or not to alight from the bus as the floor was muddy and there was stagnant water that I might have to step in. I eventually alighted to stand with the others. The sun was so hot my bones could feel the heat. I tried to look up at it but I dared not. God is wonderful! He put that hot yellow thing in the middle of the sky to give light and heat all over the world! Wow!

As I was bored and did not know how to fix a bus engine and had no interest in seeing how it was done, I paced to and fro, muttering some words to God that no one could understand (I bet some of you know what I mean). After a while, the bus got fixed. Yaaay! Finally! Everyone was happy and eager to continue the journey. Darris when some people knew that the driver was their friend with comments like “eeya, Baba e pele o. E ma ku’se keee” (Greetings in Yoruba to someone doing a job). Shiiiooor yimu, see their mouths, after insulting the poor man before. Me I’m sha happy I can continue the journey and get to my destination in peace. Let me end the story here.

Moral of the story?
I hear people say life is a journey and that you get to learn lessons on the way. Well, I do not disagree. This was one gruelling, challenging journey from which I drew lessons, unconsciously actually. We all are on a journey. The life we have from conception in our mother’s womb to whatever number of years we live is a journey. A long one. There will be challenges, tough times. There are times when situations don’t turn out the way you envisaged. How about those plans we make that just don’t work out and make you fall back on your Plan B or maybe plan E, if you have one? Like the driver in my story, there may be times when things don’t work out well and you are forced to take alternative decisions on the spot but you are surrounded by naysayers who are ready to pounce on you with their evil and discouraging words. Some choose to cheer you on, massage your ego only when things are going well for you. In between the journey in my story, I received a call and gisted the caller about what was going on and she asked me to go back home. But I’m not the type to set out and turn back just like that. You just might be discouraged to quit something you started just because of one failure. There may be too many rocky paths in this journey of life. However, we can handle those situations. It is well said that “when the going gets tough, the tough gets going.” Be calm, be patient, pray, be proactive, take initiatives. When things don’t seem to be working out fine, breathe, fix it because you can, and move on! Life will not get harder than you make it. Have dreams, make plans, take actions, surround yourself with people that share your vision, own your situations and get the best out of life.

I hope you enjoyed this piece and learnt from it, please let me know. Thanks for reading.


  1. Wow... At last... Smiling day already. Thanks for writing.

  2. I was really waiting for this part of the story...honestly it's just what I needed, thank you.

  3. ❤❤❤❤�� you're awesome

  4. Olawehinmi Omowunmi22 November 2017 at 23:44

    Waow! Awesome piece. I enjoyed it��.


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