Hmm
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,Close your eyes and imagine you being stranded in obalende, imagine your wallet was stolen with all the money in it and all you had was your phone and 10naira on it
, well some guys would say , it can't happen to me , but imagine what if it does, what would you do , Probably walk up to some guy and beg for some money( will you ?
), probably flash friend ,who you trust to call you back...BUT may the network not fail on this day....the feeling of helplesssness gradually sets in..so many people around, but hmmm carrying this burden alone....the noise ," oshodi, ketu,ikorodu."..the conductor is shouting .....the filth, the mess , you are alone.....
, well some guys would say , it can't happen to me , but imagine what if it does, what would you do , Probably walk up to some guy and beg for some money( will you ?), probably flash friend ,who you trust to call you back...BUT may the network not fail on this day....the feeling of helplesssness gradually sets in..so many people around, but hmmm carrying this burden alone....the noise ," oshodi, ketu,ikorodu."..the conductor is shouting .....the filth, the mess , you are alone.....well am sure that this kind of loneliness is different from the kind you get in a hotel room,you alone watching tv......trying to call your guys and gist .....but my guys is it the same as being stranded in the north ,with no money,no hotel room,hungry with your load in your hands, just coming back from site,a day before census..
.its 15mins to four, the banks would close, who can i call to send the cash to an account , how can i get to the bank , all this before 4pm , ohh i have 30 bucks on my phone........close your eyes and imagine how i felt 'cause it happened to me....they say our saviour is a call away....but at times like this you realize that family and friends are more than a call away ,or so it seems...but the truth about life is that when you feel your whole world is falling ...something happens that makes you realize that a greater force does exist ...how an angel showed up and bailed me out is story for another day......but
I survived , got a room , ate and that same night some guys toke me to a street call OBALENDE in kaduna,.....( did i hear you say traveller
, well how i for do) ..a long road, with shops on both sides, during the day the street is crowded with okadas and a sea of heads , people selling and buying ,...at night , the grove is turned on, the street is flooded with chairs and tables , from one end of the street can be heard the ever green old skool blues ( Lionel Richie,is that the correct spelling)... the other end na African China( if you be president..) , i am shocked however seeing women in buba and iro with head tie , drinking and smoking and laughing .....my chinco oga is laughing and having a good time , my colleagues are enjoying themselves , oooh gees am missing home, I pick up my phone and call home , network bad, my sweet heart isn't picking up her phone ....then i realize that home and loved ones are a bus or two away ...i shall be counted in Lagos.......today i felt the pangs that comes with having those you can't connect with around 
, Eko ni le......north ,east or west , home is home...I walked into my hotel room , packed my bag...and the lagos traveller went to see those who matter .....Was it worth it .......
.its 15mins to four, the banks would close, who can i call to send the cash to an account , how can i get to the bank , all this before 4pm , ohh i have 30 bucks on my phone........close your eyes and imagine how i felt 'cause it happened to me....they say our saviour is a call away....but at times like this you realize that family and friends are more than a call away ,or so it seems...but the truth about life is that when you feel your whole world is falling ...something happens that makes you realize that a greater force does exist ...how an angel showed up and bailed me out is story for another day......butI survived , got a room , ate and that same night some guys toke me to a street call OBALENDE in kaduna,.....( did i hear you say traveller
, well how i for do) ..a long road, with shops on both sides, during the day the street is crowded with okadas and a sea of heads , people selling and buying ,...at night , the grove is turned on, the street is flooded with chairs and tables , from one end of the street can be heard the ever green old skool blues ( Lionel Richie,is that the correct spelling)... the other end na African China( if you be president..) , i am shocked however seeing women in buba and iro with head tie , drinking and smoking and laughing .....my chinco oga is laughing and having a good time , my colleagues are enjoying themselves , oooh gees am missing home, I pick up my phone and call home , network bad, my sweet heart isn't picking up her phone ....then i realize that home and loved ones are a bus or two away ...i shall be counted in Lagos.......today i felt the pangs that comes with having those you can't connect with around , Eko ni le......north ,east or west , home is home...I walked into my hotel room , packed my bag...and the lagos traveller went to see those who matter .....Was it worth it .......Hope to get in touch soon
love
The lagos traveller.
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