Yesterday was certainly a day in my life, I pray to God not to forget or take for granted as time would soon eclipse it into the archives of past memories.
"Next, with a standing ovation, please, let us welcome our leaders of tomorrow, Nursery Two, for their presentation", said the MC of the occasion. Little pupils could be seen walking onto the stage, some timidly, some confidently, while some nonchalantly...This was the graduation ceremony of these pupils, with happy parents beaming with smiles.
The atmosphere was a happy one filled with occasional giggles here and there caused by the presentations from the children. Unfortunately, It was short-lived for me, as I had another appointment for 2pm, It was ten minutes to 2. With a determined but unhappy push, I let myself out of the ceremony, out to the roads, straight for my next appointment.
Some minutes before 6pm, checking through my bag, I realised I had no suitable transport fare. So, the only money I had on me was this 100 naira note terribly torn on the sides and cellotaped in an outrageous manner, that it would take God for the conductor not to insult you and give you back....then, to worsen the case, I learnt that the tee fare was 150 naira. Already, I knew my fate, I needed a free ride, but how, and from who?
So, I looked up to heaven and told the Lord of my situation, I also told him that I did not want to beg any bus conductor and I wanted to go home in style.
Few minutes after 6pm, I am walking along the walkway leading to my departure bus-stop, dressed up in clothes that created this sophisticated look, also known as "The Ajebutter look", even though, on my insides, It was a different story entirely and you know why....
When, I got to the bus stop, I went straight into the first available bus. The bus started moving (and then, as if, the conductor was waiting for me), I heard," Who will collect this money, You better collect your money", the conductor was talking to a lady on the first row.
I was on the last row, I looked to my left, the man eating groundnut had paid, then, to my right, the conductor collected #500 naira from the man beside me. I am still wondering what to do when a fight breaks out with the conductor, the driver and other passengers. Sharply, I humbly turn to the man on my right,"Sir, please, my money is not good too,Please, can you pay for me?"...
The fight settles, the conductor turns to me, two seconds pass,"Take her fare from my change",says the man on my right. "Ah, Thank you sir", this must be a dream, so I sit still through out the ride, so as not to break out of this dream, if it is one. This is Lagos, free fare, 150 naira, where?
I was expecting to hear,"Okay sister, let me have your number", Nothing! I occasionally make glances to my right but He's using his earpieces, Nothing, No request.
As I drop drown, I am still asking myself if it's a dream. "Sister, sister, where?", the motorcyclists are shouting for attention, it's not a dream and this is when I realise my breathing just returned to normal. This is a MIRACLE.
"God, you are great and everything written about you is great"... This is the song that has been playing through my mind till now (I told God I would share the Testimony, I hope it blesses your soul...) Don't you think God is great and a little faith can move mountains?
"That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life..Can all your worries add a single hour to your life?
And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you.
Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.
Howbeit this kind goeth not out but by prayer and fasting." Matt. 6:25-30,17:20-21(NLT, NIV, KJV)
