“Ojota Ojota ojotoaa!!!” ”Pay your money, lets gooo!!”
“Sissy, which way na? U no see say I wan pass? “
“should I fly? where you want make I go“…“e be like say you dey craze“.
.“ojota ..ikorodu“..“fine girl, I go carry you for free“…“God punish your fada, idiot!..“
“ abeg, who give you drivers license sef? “ “Oshodi Oshodi Oshodi.!!.“ “Aunty, u go buy orange? I go sell for you well”
If you have lived anywhere in Nigeria before, Paint the picture. this is a familiar roar..and except you live under a rock, you are no stranger to this raucity ..its prominent in cities like Lagos, New york, London, Toronto and even smaller ciies are not immune to the drama. I’m talking about the noise, the rowdiness, the chaos and structure or lack thereof.
It’s the Traders..Hawkers..Crazy Cyclists..Angry Motorists..Vendors.. Blaring horns, Curses (sensored and unsensored) flying all over and you are left behind to navigate and find your peace in the midst of the hustle and bustle
Peace and quiet is a luxury you compete for and when its all said and done your sanity compass boils down to how best you are able to utilize the noise around you and if all the that filters through your ears becomes background noise, you are on the upper echelon on a coping scale. However, if the noise becomes a focus or a distraction, let me welcome you to the league of extraordinary average people as you share the same story as many others.
The average person does not harness the potential of their 6th sense and will not stop to listen to their instinct. So I wrote a note about listening a post ago and today I experience first hand, the danger of downplaying your 6th sense.
It is now 10:20 am and I am currently writing away on the train when I should have been at work and the reason that I have been back and forth east -west today is because as soon as I heard my stop announcement on the train this morning ,I tossed the metro newspaper I was reading and I attempt to check the time and I realized ooops!! I don’t have my cell phone ..I had lost my cell phone ..Oooohh my! I def left the house with it but now squished between two folks on the subway, I cant feel my pouch on my hips..OMG..*freak out mode* check bags..no luck..darrrrnnn!!!
So I get outta the train and call my phone, no response..try a few more times, still no response..dayummm!! EhI, this is just sheer carelessness..chai!!
I start to think back to where or how my phone and pouch conspired to tick me off this morning to no avail..*high panic mode* lord pls let it land in the right hands
Few more calls and still no luck, *sober and reflective*
Then a familiar voice spoke up in the loudest ‘ve heard it ever ..'You were supposed to check the time after you'd gotten off the bus'..OMMMG!! I never did. I’m realizing that I was actually cautioned on losing my phone TWICE!!!
First, I remember looking at my pouch hanging loosely off my pocket and I thought to myself this phone can fall off anytime but I did nothing about it and didn’t even magnify that thought, it stayed off my radar.
2nd warning: While on the bus, a thought randomly occurred to me to check how long my bus trip was just after getting off.
If I had checked the time (which I would have done using my phone ) as my instinct suggested, I would have immediately noticed the loss of my phone or if I had changed the position from my pocket, all of this would not have happened.
Luckily, 2hours and 2 trips later I found my phone..it had indeed fallen in the right hands but I think its extremely important to rely on that still small voice that pops up every once in a while. To do this effectively, one has to wade and jostle through the Boisterousness and drama occurring around and find time to be still and listen.
Today, I learned to trust my instinct for directions, decisions and instructions
How is your relationship with your 6th Sense?