Maybe a scientist?
Or a professional travel agent?

Wait! Not like real life decision but one of the listed would have vandalised the pipeline of ideas in order to unwind stress. The stress inherited from traveling from West to East and back.

Well, that wasn’t the unwelcomed situation. The real koko was that even with the stress, I longed to be at Ibadan.

Ibadan AGAIN!!!

The last resounded more than safe journey did whenever I stated my desire to those who cared to know. Avec all the stress, I still had a little yet powerful space in my heart that longed for that city, for my loved ones.

So, I hurried to the park.

My first glance at the park, released fresh air of dissapointment. The park was like a small village. I tucked in my stomach and matched forward to the sienna section, there could just be few of us. However, I was hit by the rock of disappointment once more. Nobody was there! These men had increased the fare, so everyone automatically opted for the mini buses. Miraculously, I got into one!!!

Yeah, it was really a miracle. Everyone rushed to the other bus but the one I stood in front of was announced as the next in line!!!

The journey began…

It was a white mini bus, that spoke more of junk yard than a road. It was like a sardine tin. Very tight!!! Of course, with a Kara Kum sound, but could run.

Barely five minutes after the driver sped off moderately, a passenger; an older man dwelling within the warmth of a three-piece suit spoke out with voice mixed with anger and fear, “driver! Slow down ooo, if you are running to your grave, make you go alone.” Suddenly, a woman in the bus shouted out; “we will not die in Jesus name!!” Everyone chorused; “Amen!!!” “Olorun maje” which translated to “God forbid” rained accompanied with snapping of fingers.

So, the driver slowed down. Our trip to Ibadan was automatically and without proper communication converted to a tour ride. It was a slowwwwww ride.

There was nothing exciting about listening to the zoom of cars coming from behind even trucks.

Approximately fourty five minutes of that fantastic ride, the same man whose complaint gave us unwanted free ticket to tour Lagos-Ibadan express road, called out the driver; “driver, na because of that my small talk, you wan make we sleep for this road… you too dey vex ooo” The driver said nothing but continued like he did. It was obvious he had nothing to lose. The man continued; “Oga abeg drive comot us from this road.” Other passengers joined in. Some cautioned, others threatened to beat, to be dropped with refund or never to enter his bus again while few begged him to reconsider. However, people like me said nothing. The driver finally heed to the young man beside him. So, he moved as he was meant to… My desire was fed!

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You’re on your own, and you know what you know. And you are the guy who’ll decide where to go.”

Dr Seuss

It was just one horrible trip but I gained life lesson. In front of me, life played the mystery of men. It gave me reasons to have a purpose and stay focused or be pushed around by every man I encounter.

Excuse my assumption;

The driver most likely had no target, it was late and his last trip. He probably had no one waiting for him at home or he wasn’t looking forward to going home.

However, if my assumptions were the opposite of what took place, then he killed his time not just ours.

Most times, people pass criticism that are not constructive but were constructed based on their emotion or mood at that moment. Should you discard your purpose or disrespect your time just to get back at them?

In reply, one of my favourite younggie, Des’ree Isibor summed it up. In her words; “we tend to view or listen to what people say, especially their dictate of how to run this race of life but the truth is just like the driver, we have the key in our hands and so we must remember that we are in control of our lives and we can set boundaries, permeability and influence of people’s opinions and dictates in our lives.”

Nonetheless, though you are the ultimate decision maker be open to ideas but never sidetrack your main purpose.

The question is; Do you have a PURPOSE?

Disclaimer: I am not a man!! Hence,the photo is not mine.😁😁

Written by Umahi Uju Vicky
Talking about myself welcomes me into the world of confusion, I mean, how else can I say that I am a passionate volunteer, a flexible teacher, a life loving blogger and Umahi Obianujunwa Victoria!