A day in my life- Recounting the day.

It was a beautiful day to live, with all my plan for the day I knew it was going to be busy all through and I’ll  need all the strength  I can, to go through the  day.
Sit tight  and grab a coffee ☕🍟 or hot soup 🍲 cause you have a long read today. 🙂

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I woke up, had my quite time  and later joined my family for devotion  which was really great. Since I was the young lady around  I had to prepare breakfast for everyone,  I did this with joy though  my worries were silently tugging  my  stomach.  I have an interview  today and my phone is completely  down, today of all days PHCN thought it wise to take  the light  :?😐 I didn’t think  of it cause I didn’t want to get destabilized  before my big day so I was positive 👍 that the light would come on before  I live home but no it didn’t work out so I left  home.

Since  today was a significant day in my life I tried to stay positive  so I didn’t fret, I went to a friends place who has a cafe and powered up my phone 😆😅. So now I got one major problem solved.

I also had to register for the NYSC online  since  yesterday  was a total  waste after spending almost my whole day  trying to register all to no avail. Hmmm yeah I was determined  to kill two birds with one stone. I didn’t want to go back home unhappy cause I couldn’t  register  so I waited  till I finally  registered  though  I couldn’t  finish immediately, I rushed  for my interview.

And here’s where it gets intresting. …
Rushing  to plaza  to take a Keke down to IBB – Ibrahim  Babangida Avenue  the tricycle  men told me I wouldn’t  get one there so I should enter another going close then drop and take another. …I told them I was going to get one so they mocked and laughed at me…not up to two minutes  I saw  one. E huh I was happy. . So I told one of the tricycle guy who said I wasn’t going to get any. Hey see I saw one :D:D:D he looked at me and said yeah go.

*I’ve heard  people who encountered fraudsters before but never  have  I encountered  one.*

Sitting quitely  there was this other  guy who was there and was making  a call or rather  acted like he was making  a call, all of a sudden  he stopped  and asked where St. LUKE’S  Hospital  was. Suprisingly we were going  to the opposite direction  so I told him  he had to go back. So he insisted on stopping  after he stopped  he brought out a foreign currency  and wanted to pay the Keke man but later discovered and brought out #500  Note  then said he was a stranger  in town. He then asked if it was still #800 that would be charged if he charted  a Keke to his destination. Then I knew he’d been cheated  someway so I asked him where he was coming from,  he said from the park and he was charged  that amount to get to Plaza.

On hearing this I took pity on him and advised him not to act as a stranger so people won’t exploit  him. ** By the way the Keke man didn’t collect  his money  I thought that was the kindest thing to do for a stranger. ** so Mr stranger  started walking off then the the scene started ___ This Keke guy  started talking he  drove towards Mr S. and asked him if he would be patient he could take him to his destination after he’s dropped  me off, Mr S. Agreed  so he hopped  into the Keke and we started our journey.

As the man drove  he later took a road he shouldn’t have taken  since he had to drop  me off so I brought it to his attention and  he said ohhh sorry about that I forgot  but don’t worry I’ll  take  you through the other route ( then I didn’t smell anyhing fishy ) next I here Mr S complaing and saying we, I and the driver were conving to cheat him/Decieve  him/ Exploit  him *imagine that * so to calm him I tried to explain to him what was going on and that he shouldn’t worry  cause he was in good hands. * in my church  mind*

Then The driver told me in my language to ask him where he was from and what was he doing  here in our country ** this driver  knew how to speak English quite well cause we spoke English before  I entered his Keke  and after ** So thinking  and asking myself why this driver couldn’t ask him himself  to satisfy my curiosity  I asked  Mr S. Mr S said he  was from Burkina Faso  but his mother was from Guatemala  …so so so but he came to sell Goods in our country  at the trade fair….*I never heard of any trade fair recently ** So the driver  asked me to ask him what kind of goods he sells and what  he  would  do if “we” brought customers for him??? I took note of the drivers  personalization  of (we)but still asked Mr S.

so Mr S. Responded and told us of his goods and said if we brought customers for him he would give us  shoes, gold etc not like I was interested in all this but I knew things at the trade fair would be cheap  so I asked him for his  number or card so I could  reach him and request for supplies  if need be but he didn’t have any ** he said his cards finished  yesterday *lie* I noticed  what he was doing he had a phone but he didn’t have a number **😦😮**  He began to tell us a story about a lady who cheated him and asked us if we were going to do the same.

All this while I just wanted to get to my destination  in time for my appointment.  So he said he had his goods somewhere and it happened to be close to my destination  so he told the driver to park * *did I tell you he gave the driver a watch to encourage him to bring customers **  Far off since the police where guiding there goods  *he said other people too where here from his home country for the trade fair**

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All of a sudden I sensed their deceit  I put one and two together.  So I told the driver not to park he should get me to my destination then he could come back and strike a deal with Mr. S. Now Mr S. Got angry  he started acting weird  so he said he would know if we were Christians if he we got his question correctly. He asked what God used to create  the flesh  * even a little  child  of 4 from a Christian  home would know that** So with digust  we both chorused the answer  -clay.

Next he did the weirdest thing by putting  his hand  in his pocket and brought  out  clay * so he says but I saw nothing  in his hand**   he said the sand was from his home country he showed it to the driver and I ( I saw nothing  though) then he picked up sand from the Keke and acted like he mixed two things together  and touched the back of his hand  the Keke man’s  hand and brought  it to touch mine so I shouted at him to stop this act and asked him  if he must do all that before he trust anyone .

So here I was with a weird Keke man and a stranger  who I now realize are partners 🙊 So he said I shouldn’t step my leg on the ground if not… I didn’t wait to hear the rest so I turned and told him he didn’t know whom he was dealing with. That I am the daughter of the King and he can’t mess around with me so he shouldn’t waste  his time so he got angry and said things I didn’t bother waiting to listen to cause I crossed the road and walked in for my  interview.

It was a day that should have gone worst  than I could imagine  but God’s Grace was sufficient  for me and all the hitches didn’t dull my sparkle cause I came out happy fulfilled  and wondered why I was ever worried  to start with.
In all it was a GRACEFULL day 🙌🙌👐

Hey I know you’ve had one GRACEFUL day or one you thought wouldn’t  end well but turned out better than you expectated … I’d  appreciate it if you share  it in the Comment  box.

Grace  my day with you wonderful comments  😆😆

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