Time Check: 6:49pm
I commute everyday from the mainland to the Island. On the streets of livelihood it is called “hustling” for me, it is called something else; at the core though is the mindset that in this 24th year, something has to give.
Note to self: I need to write on suffering, luxury and experiences
But this really is not the core of this post. The next couple of paragraphs really is.
Today, I woke up and I knew that it was going to be an unusual day. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was going on but I knew the day was going to be unusual. I could reel out my itinerary for the day, make a roll call of activities and how in fact my soul has in the couple of days been weighed down by thoughts of transitioning and what the next season holds but that again is not the core.
By 4:20 pm, I was ready to leave the office. I had work to do but not work my regular 9-5 was paying for. The Uber driver was waiting for me. The plan was to get into the car, greet like my mama raised me to, make quick clarifications, put on my earphones, open the lid of my laptop and get to work. But then an interruption…
Life is what happens to you when you make plans and they get sidelined by a force that reminds you that your humanity can only get you so much and take you so far.
I cannot say exactly how it all happened, but I remember asking him how much I would spend assuming traffic—Lagos traffic lasted for an hour and the firmness of his certitude was the first thing that struck me.
A bit queer to be that firm?
One question morphed into a mild conversation and then boom a full blown conversation.
Next, we are talking about hopes and dreams and how life really is vanity especially if you are not living for a truth that is from within.
I sat there internalizing unrehearsed monologue, interrupting occasionally to differ and then muse. I am struck by his drive, his enthusiasm and belief that a better life earned through legitimate means was possible.
Soon, we are bantering on ideas and business models, the value of integrity and the power of networking. Monologues here, dialogues there, open ended questions, spats of vulnerability, moments of realization.
Speaking to myself: This is weird
The trip was to last two hours, we ended up spending three. Half the time, I was wondering what the heck was going on and making a case for the similarities in our experiences, why life had hit us in fairly the same spot and why it should serve as a good omen.
Baring my soul to a stranger is not exactly bizarre, flipping the social construct of entrusting vulnerability to someone you do not have a certain level of intimacy with is bizarre and definitely wasn’t how I thought I would be spending my day.
You know how needs that you didn’t know you had are met and only when they are met do you realize there was a vacuum to start with.
That happened too today.
The way He sends answers at times sha…