Minutes ago, son of man was about to board a cab to go meet up an appointment, when he saw an old friend seated on a culvert few steps away. Old friend looked tired, wrinkled and aged. Son of man walked up to him, tapped his shoulder and said "brother! Longest time no see, how've you been na" Old friend jerked off surprisingly and hugged son of man.
Mehn! God keeps making me see daybreak even when I hope he takes my soul in my sleep, he replied.
I'm not even trying to complain to you but, you are the first person to ask how I've been in 7 months now.
Man! Please can you get me a just a sachet of water before I pass out on you? I'm as dehydrated as a drug addict; old friend requested.
He made these statements in quick succession son of man thought his old friend had gone nuts.
Son of man had saved some money for transportation within town but, HELL NO! who cared about transportation in this kind of situation.
Chicken Republic was a stone throw away but, REALLY! He thought they said critical conditions required drastic solutions.
So he opted for a restaurant around "Neighborhood" (For those conversant with Wuse Zone 3 in Abuja).
Madam!!! Put 2 plate of fufu inside one plate, then give me plenty vegetable soup, old friend roared.
How much be fufu? He inquired after few seconds of contemplation.
Na 150 naira be one wrap of fufu, replied the waitress.
How much be beef? He further probed.
Beef na 200 naira.
Okay! No put meat for me. Use the meat money add one extra fufu on top the 2 plates, then give me pure water 50 naira.
Brethren! Son of man was shook to the marrow.
Well! He wasn't just shook when his old friend was done eating. He was flabbergasted. Damn!!!
Son of man was smiling generously, but allowed his tears flow freely from his eyes at the same time.
Bros! Are you crying? old friend had inquired with a surprise wrinkle on his forehead.
No! Son of man replied while trying to wipe his tears with the back of his both palms.
They both had a long conversation, after which they hugged and made for their various destinations.
Son of man didn't mind trekking from Zone 3 to Area 11 since he was already conversant with the route and knew all the shortcuts off heart.
Enroute, son of man was lost in thought. He was so lost he honestly didn't know when or how he arrived his destination.
He stopped for a minute and said;
Dear Lord! Forgive me for all the times I didn't raise my hands up for you in gratitude.
Forgive me for all the times I whined openly and in solitude.
