Because there’s no tricycle in this Uyo to take me home from SHILOH and De GLKekz Driver- Emacha Junior has refused to carry me anywhere again, I am still walking home laidis.
But I must confess that this road is very very quiet.
Likeeee the kind of quiet that reminds you to hold your bag tight, while still full of joy from SHILOH but also very tired at the same time😫
When I got to the junction, I stopped by my usual customer to get some apples, but she was very busy so her child attended to me
They didn’t have the size I wanted, so I settled for the small ones. Three for 1,000 Naira. I bought for 3,000 and kept moving, thinking of getting home on time and how to fall on my bed and sleep off at once.
I finally saw a tricycle and boarded, but when I touched the nylon, it felt heavier than normal. Too heavy for nine apples. So I paused under the streetlight, opened the bag and counted.
Ten!
I counted again, still ten.
And immediately that tiny voice tried to creep in. The one that shows up dressed like “blessing” but smells like trouble.
“Maybe this is the Shiloh blessing Papa Oyedepo declared. All that glitters must not be gospel”
I immediately shut that thought down before it could plant itself. Turned around, walked back to the road and paid transport again back to the shop!
The girl looked confused when she saw me.
“Aunty, what happened?”
“Just count,” I said, handing the bag of apples to her
She counted, stopped at ten and her eyes widened. She removed one, smiling like she just discovered people like me still exist
“Aunty, thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome.”
I took my corrected bag, crossed the road, got a vehicle and continued my journey home
And right now, as I am walking and typing this, my whole chest is very warm
The joy I felt at Shiloh was real, but this one?
This one is quiet, pure and like a whisper from God saying: ‘This is who you’re becoming, well done 👏
