I was struggling to sleep last night so I began to think as usual
I knew someone who had put his all into a particular thing and things didn’t work out
He was distraught
He was feeling as though there was no point trying anymore
I don’t know how many other things he had tried before this particular thing
Or if that was the only thing he had ever really tried so hard to get
But I knew this particular let down had affected him severely
Suddenly an image came to my mind
Raise your hands if you are waiting for something you can’t quite describe.
*Imagines thousands of hands raised across an imaginary lecture hall*
Not only have I been waiting for that thing, I have been waiting so much so that I’m almost not living in my current life.
Let me paint a picture:
“Oshod! Oshod! Iyanoworo Oshod!” (Yes the “I” in “Oshodi” is missing on purpose)
“Ikeja! Ikeja! Hold your one-fifty change Ikeja!”
“Ogudu Waso, Toll gate hundred naira, any bus stop ikeja one-fifty”
“Obalende – CMS!”
“Oya aunty e bo le
” E ba wa dress ni be ejoo”
“Lekki hundred naira!”
“Hol your change oh, I no get change”
I’m ashamed of how well I know these.. but honestly, I could go on.
My Danfo tales are endless and I’m sure I am not alone. I thought it’d be interesting to share some of my experiences.
Anytime I experience something odd or exciting on the bus I feel as though it was played out just for me. LoL
Sometimes I’m like “nahhhh this has to be prank, this can’t be happening”.
But then I’ve never heard anyone scream “punked!” after an unbelievable episode in a bus.
Anyway, like I said, my bus tales are endless so let’s begin.
How often do we hear those 4 simple words?
It’s as simple as that “I.Need.A.Break”
Sooo many times right?
I cannot even begin to count how many times I have said it myself.
A break. “Always a good idea”, I say.
But why do we need these breaks?
Ohh! where do I start?
First off, it has been a minute. So much has happened in the last 45 days or so. I hope I do it justice with this post. Tbh I doubt I will, but you know, bear with me 🙂
Okay I have to write this because it’s stuck in my head – ‘the money turned me into a monster, the money turned my noodles into pasta, the money turned my tuna into lobster’ lol (if you know, you know).
Okay back to business.
Have you had an experience that made you question yourself? Questioning not just your ability to scale through but actually questioning your ability to be yourself through it. You’re probably wondering how something can question your ability to be you.