Divine Encounter E13 min read
Folayemi Akeem did not know what he was going to do. He had been walking for about thirty minutes and he still was not sure about his next action. All of a sudden it felt like everything in his life was coming to a standstill; his life no longer made sense. He had just been told by his landlord that he had only seven days to pay off his debt else he would be asked to vacate the apartment. He was hoping that when he got to work that morning, he would have been informed that the management had decided to pay the pending salaries of six months but to his dismay, when he resumed that morning it was the same story ‘salaries are not ready’. In that state of unhappiness, he left the office after two hours of resumption since he could not get any job done in his state of mind.
Folayemi had no planned destination; all he knew was that he had to change his environment and come up with funds to pay his house rent. His wife, Kemisola was expecting their first child; it was another source of worry for him. ‘How was he going to cope?’ that was the foremost question on his mind. ‘When was his life going to get better?’ the question he had been repeating to himself in the last twenty minutes. ‘Is there really a God out there?’ He had been raised in a home with religion but as he grew older, he did not see the need for religion; he did not see the good it did to him. He was beginning to wonder if the absence of God in his life was the direct cause of his seemingly worsening situation.
As Folayemi pondered, he was almost hit by a motor bike. The bike man stopped only for a few seconds to rain curses on him. ‘You no dey look where you dey go! You go just die for road’ said the bike man. Emeka Chukwudi saw the whole scene play out as he was approaching the area; he quickly moved his car off the road, parked and hurried to offer Folayemi his assistance as he saw that the motor bike had brushed his side. He picked him up and walked him back to his car. ‘Thank God sir that it was not more than a brush. Most of these “okada” men are not too careful. Are you okay sir?’ said Emeka as he opened the passenger’s door for Folayemi. ‘Thank you sir, you do not even know me and you stopped to help me. I will be honest, I am not okay. I was deep in thought that is why I almost got hit by that “okada”. Things have not been easy my brother.’ Folayemi said still wincing in pain. He went on to tell Emeka about the worries that got him on that road in the first place and how tired he was of life. He was wishing his life could change for good.
To be continued…