By Ovundah Nyeche.
Grin Grin Grin…
I get a call, I was to be a speaker in a conference in Lagos, Nigeria.
The organizer had emailed me earlier… But there was a little issue, my hands were full…. And my calendar was not smiling.
After deliberation, I agreed with the organizer on a date, as it appeared, a day was free in my calendar ?.
However the plan was get to Lagos, give the talk and get back to the Garden city of Port Harcourt on the same day.
The next day was my clinic, so no matter what happened on God’s earth, I had to be back on the same day…
I woke up that day, and my bag was already packed, I received my goodbye hug, from my “front hugger-in-chief” … I drove to a distance and my in-law completed the rest.
I arrived Omagwa or was it Ipo on time ⌚… While waiting to get to my destination, I had to do a second check on the slides I was to present in the conference.
And then I discovered, my slides which I spent ample time to prepare were trying to do a fast one on me… My heart was in my mouth… There was nothing I did not think about…
I had a small chat with my big dad, touched some keypads, and somehow I figured out the issue.
In about an hour I was close to my destination.
Few minutes earlier, I had boarded a waiting Taxify Taxi to venue of the conference.
Well there is no Taxify in Port Harcourt, I know there are other online taxi booking services, but I don’t know how effective they are in the garden city.
In less than 15 minutes, I was in the venue for the conference, and it was obvious I was in Lagos, as the posters of Sanwo-Olu a Governorship candidate kept monitoring every step I took.
You know that feel… If there were CCTVs attached to his eyes ?, Las Las, I would have been effectively tracked.
But it was strange the road was so free… Was it not the same Lagos, my friends always scream about… Traffic… Traffic… Traffic… No those talks were graphics…. The road was so free and it was about 10:00 am or so…
In less than 15 minutes, I was in the conference Centre in a serene environment in Maryland.
The conference was a huge success, and it was a great time connecting with the host as well as the participants, as well as a bosom friend that came to say Hi to me.
Time flew, from 2 O’clock in no distant time it was 5 O’clock. I was to leave Lagos by 7 O’clock sharp.
My host made plans to book an Okada for me… As in motorcycle… For me, after telling me how wonderful it was.
For where, wu wu not take it… Oga do you know they banned Okada in the Garden City of Port Harcourt… Do you know Okada use to wound person…Oga do you know that as they banned Okada the number of head injury patients in my hospital ? reduced.. Okada people wey no dey Hear Word…Oga wu wu not take it.
Oga I no gree… Well it took about 15 minutes to get here in the morning, it won’t take up to an hour to get to the airport, and check in I reasoned.
Maximum, I get to the airport sharp 6:30 PM… Shebi they said Las Las I should have checked in by then.
My host smiled and booked the Taxify.
In less than no time the taxi ? was at the venue of the conference and we took the apparently short journey to the airport… No be 5:00pm… No worry yourself… My host looked at me… And I am sure in that look he saw the future.
The journey back to the airport was great and boom the first diversion, the 2nd diversion, the 3rd diversion… And time was ticking…
I saw first hand the traffic jam…my friends always talked about… As we were rooted in a spot for minutes… 5:30 PM…6:00 PM.
I did not need anyone to tell me… I had to cancel the trip.
Even a bike may not have done justice.
Several Kekes seemed to be also stuck in the spot. If Keke had no hope, the car I was in was hopelessly hopeless then.
I had to enter another vehicle, my Legedis Benz…
My destination was an overhead bridge ? where I would take an alternative means of transport to the airport.
I trekked pass was it Archbishop Vinning Memorial Church ⛪, passed what looked like a Police Training College… And in no distant time I was in front of LASUTH gate… This place was familiar, I stayed here for about a week about 5 years earlier.
I got to the overhead bridge, and you know what I bordered an Okada…Okada I had rejected over an hour ago.. And this one was without helmet oh.. I had to it was 6:15 PM or 20…No body tell me… I had to.
The constant call from my host, to know how far I had gone, sounded like a “Brother it is well, all will be well”.
I rushed to the airport, and discovered I was in the wrong terminal.
I had to enter into another Okada and by the time I ran into the airport to check in…
They had officially closed the counter.
Madam, I have to rush back I told those in the counter, Abeg na…
Na una hold up oh.. I left early for the airport oh… Plsssssssssss… I need to be in Port Harcourt ASAP…
For where, they were saying you have to rebook for another flight tomorrow and pay for late charges…
That was not what I wanted to hear… Madam, Oga I have to leave Lagos now oh…
I don’t know how this touched them…
They put a call across…
Wrote my ticket on a paper…
I ran to be checked by the security/ official in another gate… And they called again… And they were told to let me go through…
Moments later I was in a shuttle that took me to the plane…
And when I boarded, I looked like the guy who came to the exam hall, when his mates were already seated in the exam hall with their question and answer papers…
Las Las, we go land together.
Las Las, me too needed to Hear Word.
Las Las, I Heard Word.
And I will enter Okada, whenever I am told to enter Okada…
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Seeking for second opinion is not weakness
By Ovundah Nyeche
Pilate wanted to let Jesus go. So he made an appeal to the crowd again. But they kept shouting, “Crucify him! Crucify him!” Pilate spoke to them for the third time. “Why?” he asked. “What wrong has this man done? I have found no reason to have him put to death. So I will just have him whipped and let him go.” But with loud shouts they kept calling for Jesus to be crucified. The people’s shouts won out.
Luke 23:20-23 NIRV
The e-mob, the online offsprings of their ancestors who cancelled Jesus…the template is same…accuse anyone of anything…accuse a man you can’t get of rape and the mob shouts, ‘crucify him’… and willing accusers show up.
Accuse a pastor of rape and killing a girl in his church and the mob shout, bloooooood, blooood we need blood…it is true…that is where he gets his power from…and willing accusers type on social media…many times things not true.
Accuse a business entity of ‘kurukere’…and come all out…cancel them…they are cancelled…accuse a rich man of doing rituals…and the mob shouts burn, destroy, scatter, steal, kill destroy.
Have a heartbreak, get upset, accuse the alleged heartbreaker of ‘Wu Wu not take it’ …flash his or her number online and tell the mob, feed them with blood…shout bloooooood, shout attack and they all go out…with no evidence, no thought, no critical reasoning, no second opinion and they go for blood…and the cycle continues.
Seeking for second opinion is not weakness… patience is not weakness… temperance is not weakness…mercy is not weakness…it seems it is weakness…until you are in front of the mob…a cockroach in the gathering of chickens.
Ponder on these words
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Blue Tongues may spell danger.
By Ovundah Nyeche
The tongue sometimes tells a story…
When you go for a party or an outing and you see people’s tongue blue, it is likely a pointer that drinks are laced with Rohypnol.
Rohypnol is a tranquilizer ( drug used to relieve tension and anxiety) which is 10 times more potent than valium.
It some countries it is used as a sleeping pill.
Rohypnol also is abused as a recreational, or “club” drug, often in conjunction with alcohol to provide a high.
It is used in various forms including; crushing the pills and snorting the powder, sprinkling it on weed and smoking it, dissolving it in a drink or injecting it.
It is called in the streets; roofies, date rape, forget me pill amongst other names.
When drinks are laced with Rohypnol, the person who drinks it may not know as it is odourless and tasteless and because it is a strong sedative and also associated with amnesia the victim will not remember what happened, little wonder it is called forget me pill.
It is one of the commonest cause of surprise pregnancies in young people, especially when the only thing they can remember was that they went to a party or visited someone.
Choose your friends wisely and shine your eyes.
Drugs do not pay.
Stay away from drugs!
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Anger, a ‘D’ short of Danger.
By Ovundah Nyeche
I have seen sweet people turn to incredible hulk with little or no provocation, I have seen people who their anger is like bicycle, ‘e no dey hard to start’…yeah some of them believers too.
I have seen people leave a church program in high spirit, blessed and inspired and boom minutes later fight violently with other people, for almost no reason at all…I have seen people turn red with little or no provocation.
I have seen people have their weddings called off because of misplaced outbursts of anger publicly exposed due to the planning stress. I have seen brethren turn their wives to punching and kicking bags and I have seen wives turn their husbands to punching and scratching bags.
And many time help is closer than many people think.
It is good to pray and fast, make up and make decisions to change, but when it
‘Told in Gath, Proclaimed in the streets of Ashkelon— and the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, and the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph’ that you are an atomic bomb looking for where and on whom to explode, it is vital to seek help quickly.
Fortunately help is available, as you pray and fast, it is not unscriptural to seek medical help…to seek Psychiatric help…to begin cognitive behavioral therapy and medications where necessary.
Mental health issues are not wished away, or watered down by ice cream, a new bag, a gift, a hug or make up sex, alcohol or recreational drugs.
Seek help, before you destroy important pillars in your life.
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