I had been thinking about what to write since last week and until this evening (Monday) I didn’t have clue! It was the sixth day of my new project (actually the third week, but sixth actual work day!) and I was on my way home. The first leg of the journey was to the estate gate and this would be on an okada (commercial motor-cycle).
Living in Lagos, this would not be my first time and so long as the traffic jams continue; neither would it be my last. Anyway, I got one and admonished him not to speed. Calming these commercial riders was a necessary part of the trip, since I preferred to reach my destination in one piece.
We had almost reached the bike park and I was glad this leg of my trip home was about done when the unexpected happened. I’m sure the man had waded through the murky water a few times that day. Unfortunately for me, he didn’t remember where the pothole was and as a result we both fell! Down went the okada, its rider, passenger and other paraphernalia
Thankfully although the motorcycle fell sideways, I managed to avoid falling flat on my face! I also managed to avoid the spinning wheels and my feet, hands or other body parts getting caught. My shoes were sopping wet as they were immersed in the dirty looking sandy water. The cuffs of my jeans were also wet but that’s where it stopped.
I quickly extricated myself from the mess and waded out. I took off the helmet and walked unto higher ground. It was from this position that I looked back to find out how the rider and his bike had fared in the saga. Happily, he was also relatively dry and his bike was once again up wheels without any undue damage to it.
A few minutes later, the young man (along with his faithful machine) came to my new position and I handed over the agreed fare. Mumbling an apology, he gave me my change. I returned his helmet and walked off…with immense gratitude to God that I could do so and live to tell the tale.