CLOSE SHAVE

As i sit down to blog, something tells me i ought to give my testimony in a church that is filled to  capacity. As e no come be sunday na, lemme just improvise na. Now, my dear readers become my church congregation *giggling*

Praiiiiiiiiiiiise the lord! hmm. my testimony goes thus. For sometime now, the weather has been blustery and rainy and so at the very moment it became sunny, i seized the opportunity to tend to some business i ought to have  handled earlier than now but for lagos rain. i set out quite early to the bank as i was determined to accomplish as much as i could. let me quickly chip in that i fly bikes more than the average secondary school rebel flies his shirt*clears throat but on this fateful day, i couldnt trust the weather and i wanted to avoid stories that touch, so i  did it the good old way.

I jumped in a bus as quickly as i could and within a short time, i was at the world famous Alaba international market. I carried out some transactions in the bank, made some withdrawals to take care of business. It wasn't long before i hit the road, waiting for a commuter bus. Trust lagos crowd na as soon as a danfo bus was in sight, we all made for the bus as fast as our legs could carry us. My fellow people! The rushing no be here! *smh. As i tried to get into the bus i felt somebody touch me and in a Split second, he stole my wallet. Oh my! The village girl in me came out without warning and i grabbed the guy and shouted ole! Ole! And he dropped my wallet on the floor like hot potatoe. onlookers quickly started slapping and punching the theif. I felt lucky that i was sharp enough to catch him. Truth be told, i was scared he might get killed (jungle justice and all). i silently prayed he would'nt get killed because of me. The guy must have been watching lots of foreign movies sha! He escaped and i thanked my stars. wheeew! close shave indeed! Who says God doesn't answer prayers?