My phone rang, and just before I picked it up, I was opportuned to take a look at the time on my Old school Nokia screen, it read 8:05 AM. Having that it was my number 1 super hero, my Dad, my "Junior if you don't pick this call, your own e haf finish papa". I answered it hastingly. Upon answering it, the words from the receiver sent chills down my spine, and resounded in my brain over and over again, all I heard was
""Junior come home, the house is gone, we have lost everything, there has been a fire".
I couldn't understand, I mean it was the very same house I had slept the night before, so I got a rain check from the office, called my brother, and off we went. You see I was but a 20 year old Young and Confused intern trying to understand life, but now, on this day, I am a homeless, clothless and thoroughly alone 20 year old Young and Confused Boy.
I got on a bike from Victoria Island and headed for home,
or would I say what was left of home. Upon getting into
Festac, the skies were eery, and there seemed to be a thick cloud of smoke,
doubt, pity and pain, and just as I alighted the bike, I saw my Dad at a corner
wailing, I saw our neighbor from whose place the fire had started crying, I saw my 2nd girlfriend ever waiting to show me love, I saw the entire human beings and UFO's in Festac all echoing the word that makes one cry even more than the incident itself, all I heard were ehya... ewo... kai... and I
went to our home, the very structure i had grown up in, met my first girlfriend
in, and done my everything in life in, It was all gone. As I worked in, all I
saw were rubbles of all we once had, I cried, Dad cried. You see today was the
20th of January 2012
The coming days weren't tough, they were hard. We had lost everything, and all we had were the dresses we wore, my laptop, and a scanty things papa could save as he was home alone. We seemed to have gone from Hero to Zero, from grass to pit. Sadly even nature was unfair, the rains had no mercy on Dad, Ash and I, as it poured again and again. We had no where to go to, this was ours, we had no where else in Lagos to stay. Back then yeah, most times when the clouds turned grey, and heavy with rain, I would go outside look up to the sky, and pray to GOD with close to watery eyes, begging him to lock the skies so it wouldn't rain (oftentimes, this worked), I would beg him that we couldn't again stand letting the only vita-foam bed we saved float on water, or survive the cold. That we couldn't survive the mosquito bites, I would beg GOD, the same being I had at that time become so angry and belligerent towards, for letting an evil that we didn't deserve fall upon us. I shouted at him, blasphemed, and was so bitter. But my Dad, hmmnnn, my dad took things cool. You see papa isn't the rich Nigerian man, but he is one who never quits, who loves GOD, and who knows that truly GOD is all we ever have. He once looked at me and Said "Junior if we didn't die then, we will never die again." :)
Good morning great Young mind, how are you and how was your weekend? hope things turned up for you oh, and that you had a fab weekend? Well the reason for my story above is not to seek sympathy, nor is it born out of self pity, but it is written to encourage you. You see life is bloody hard, and she will always aim at beating you to the ground and keeping you there permanently, she will always want to make you feel doubt in you having a future, and in the very existence of GOD, and make you feel life is worthless in all entirety. You will sometimes loose everything like we did, loose those you love, those you love and respect will treat you with total contempt and disregard like you are a worthless piece of trash, you might get laid off, you might fail examinations which you think determine your future (
Trust me, I did). But the
truth is, life is teaching me that these are all replaceable things given to us by GOD, or events that can be corrected with time, only if we don't quit or give up, so I beg you to never loose hope in GOD or in you, I beg you to let your hope die last.
On 20/1/12 my tire met the road,
shit got real, we thought it was over, in my
eyes my future was gone, my mind told me my final year would be a total flop, but it didn't
happen as my emotions had predicted, or as my mind was tempted to believe, GOD
was still GOD and made things better. By his grace, I got an A in my SIWES, my Dad didn't
die, but got stronger and, Ash started a coy, You see, we are still here.
Things aren't still perfect for us yeah, but GOD has made the fire an incident that we can always turn back to and say:
"if GOD did that for us when we lost everything, then what will he not do for us".
This Monday morning, I implore you, to not let life defeat you, but to keep keeping on no matter the hardship you face, i beg that if you are going through hell at the moment, and you think nothing in your life is working, please don't quit, cause that's just your Rubber meeting the road, that's just life trying to mess with you, and make you not achieve your destined height. Life is teaching me that the more tribulations and pains we face, the bigger the destiny ahead of us is. So don't quit, but pray, work, and hope, climb your way out of hell, keep believing in GOD, and struggle. Don't Quit no matter what, don't let life defeat you. cause at the end of everything, everything will be alright, so if everything is not alright now, then you are not at the end. 1 + The One has turn me to acting Pastor, and Partial Born again... :)
Thank you so much for the past 7 minutes of your time you do us a great honor. (a coursemate said this is becoming a Rhetorical statement, well I beg in the name of MTN, that you just use your church + mosque mind to read my long epistle, after all they don't call me John de Beloved for nothing)
looking at the picture above, i don't know how we did it, i swear i don't. It can only be GOD.
P.S: A very happy Birthday to one of the bestest bloggers I know, I mean this wonderful writer is almost as consistent as BellaNaija and Forbes, and I am so humbled to know her in person. Happy Birthday Amaka Seyon Hundeyin, I pray that as you grow older Today Baby mi, you will have many more reasons to celebrate, and that your beautiful blog will be like a Nigerian police mans torch light that will keep shining rays of light on the path, for me and other young and confused people to see road. :)
P.P.S: Remember I told you guys I met a girl, well her code name is T.S and I was unable to speak or meet with her all weekend :(, she has been very ill... Shey all of you see life has started again??? now that I have managed to see someone i finally like, it wants to put sand sand inside my Garri, but like I advised above, I ain't quitting on this babe, we gonna spark something hopefully. She doesn't know I want to toast her sha oh, we are still forming brother and sister. You know nah, Igbo boys movement, no dulling. :) #hopeful
P.P.P.S: So those yeye Germans won the world cup **Crying in Spanish... In the words of tibs.. Grrrrrrrr... I felt so bad for my Twin Brother Messi. Oh well 2018 isnt too far.
Can I say I love you guys? Thank you Ms. Janyl, thank you everyone. Your wonderful comments and page views give me one more reason to keep writing, and in the voice of Terry Gee... BABY/BOSS DON'T GO OH EH! IF YOU LEAVE ME I GO DIE OH EH!. In the voice of Toinlicious: Please does any one know where Daddy showkey is? I kinda miss his style of music, and I miss dancing garala... **runsaway, I have to go, its monday, and I dont want to hear like I heard last Friday... "Mr Duru are you alright this morning". :(