Tuesday, 8 December 2015

NOTE TO SELF

NOTE TO SELF

It definitely doesn't look like it now, but it will end in praise. The glory of this latter house shall be greater than the former.

If there were no uglies, beauties would not be noticed,
If there were no sicknesses, health wouldn't be appreciated,
If there were no down times, the great times wouldn't mean anything,
If there were no poor, the rich wouldn't feel privileged,
If there were no sadness, happiness wouldn't exist,
Just like if there were no darkness, light would seem too normal and have no value.

Gold goes through the fire, that beautiful pottery was once just mud, those magnificent architectural edifices were once sketches, that tall tree was once a tiny seed, that river or ocean was once a puddle...

Everything takes a process, just some longer than others. But the finished product speaks...

LAGOS NA WA...

RANT TIME!!!

Using public buses in Lagos, especially for long distance trips is just torturous beyond words for me. There is absolutely nothing right with or about them.

To begin, 98% of drivers are suffering from psychosis, under the influence of drugs or (and) alcohol or are possessed by demons. I thought it's teachers' rewards that are in heaven? So why do those drivers act like they are teachers on a mission to get their rewards? And like I told one today, if he is in a haste to die, by all means, Nigeria and the world at large is over populated but I am team #snail on this one. I am not trying to die soon.

In their infinite wickedness, they could take one past one's stop, despite almost rupturing one's lungs and vomiting one's kidney screaming "owa ooo". Or worst still, drop one in the middle of a river like stagnant water (thanks to blocked or no drainages in Lagos) after it rains, with the excuse of "shebi na the bus stop be this" (That day at Ikeja along bus stop wasn't pleasant. It was either walk through the deep, dirty water or.... fly)

The conductors on the other hand are mostly dirty, smelly and rude, like they have a constitution which states how they must appear or be fired. I always avoid sitting at the extreme, close to the conductor because the armpit curse is real. When they begin to collect fares and give change, and their armpit comes over your face, your day will never be the same.

Then while in the bus, one is so squeezed, that sardines in this present economic situation have more room. The compression of humans and overloading bring about intense heat, second only to hell perhaps.

Like the situation is not bad enough, 99% of d buses are in terrible conditions, as they are vehicles from 1759AD. They leak when it rains, no windows or they are stuck. There are dangerous metals out to draw blood, as a result of bashings and no maintenance and as you are preoccupied with safeguarding your belongings from sharp thieves, you have to be bothered about HIV too!

Oh, how about the obnoxious sounds they make and fumes they emit!

Did I forget the "co-passengers"? Hygiene is a big problem for many. Some think because we are in the bus together makes us best friends. Some people even go ahead to fart in already hot and uncomfortable buses. What wickedness!

Then some others just scream so loudly, all in the name of making calls. I just slap them a billion times in my head! Some will cough or sneeze into your face, spit while giving unsolicited advice. Then there are those men or deranged perverts who try to or (and) actually tap current from females.

Now, I know we all can't be slim. Yours truely is a good example, but why must I be at the receiving end, with those bigger people pushing me with their rotund anatomy, almost squashing all my own fat out of me?

Going out in a bus and putting on a white attire is a big mistake cos on arrival to your destination, you and everyone will know it was once white...

O.Y.O = ON YOUR OWN...

In the book of Judges, chapter 14 precisely, Samson and his parents went to Timnah to get him a wife. While out, Samson came across a lion, which he tore with his bare hands and killed. His parents were not aware of that.

Few days later, on their way back, Samson checked the carcass of the lion, and found a swarm of bees and honey on it. He scooped some of the honey to eat and took some for his parents. They ate. END OF STORY!

Looking at this story, Samson confronted this lion on his own, no one knew about it, no one was there to help him. Perhaps, if people were around, they might not even help him, but watch in amazement.

However, when it was time to eat the honey, his parents enjoyed part of it. (The case of his parents is even justified). If other people were in their company, they would have enjoyed their share too.

When many people are battling their demons, facing challenges, hustling, struggling, etc, they are majorly on their own. This gives credence to the saying that "the journey up, or to success, is a very lonely one". There is usually very little or no help.
Alas, when others see that you are a little comfortable, or even still struggling, they begin to rare their heads, coming out to have their share of your sweat. Many even come across with "ENTITLEMENT MENTALITY", like you owe them anything.

If many consider the stress, hardship, insults or whatever that they pass through before getting their money, they won't give a dime to anyone. But then, the bible says "give and it shall be given unto you..."

Conclusively, there is time to give, and there is time to conserve. He who does not work, should not eat...

God bless those real hustlers, hardworking people, honest people, striving and toiling to make a living for themselves and their immediate family. May they enjoy the sweet fruits of their labour for a long time...