Cars
sometimes have a mind of their own…today was one of those days for my car. It
was something anyone, including me, might have considered as minor but I was not willing to
take any chances so I called the mechanic to pick the car up. That left me with
the option of finding my way to work.
The
transport system is one that is not exactly functional in Abuja. There are ways
to get around but there is no proper system in place. It’s a struggle, like
many other things here.
Anyway, I
got on a bike and the dust on the back road we took had me blinking a lot. When
we got to the stop, there were many cars heading out; private and commercial. Many private
cars had no passengers and that made me feel bad for a minute.
Being on the
other side, in need of a lift, you realise what it’s like. It was the normal thing to do to give
people lifts until this incident. After that, I started picking people up only in the
neighbourhood or some children whose school is on my way, when I see them.
I have been
wary of stopping where there are crowds in order not to have a repeat of that,
but who knows?
A car
stopped beside me and it was going my way so I got in. The car was air
conditioned which made me happy, first. There were three of us at the back and one in
front so the ride was smooth. When the first person asked to be dropped off,
she attempted to pay but he didn’t accept the money.
This made
me think…It reminded me of some of the
people who try to pay when I give lifts. And it made me see how people can change you. I stopped giving lifts as often because of a few
bad experiences, but, that lift to someone might mean everything and could
start the day on an amazing note, the way mine started today.
There are
good people all over in the world, I am constantly reminded of that. My faith
in humanity despite all the horror we see never dies, just when I start to let
it sink in that humanity is completely messed up, it gets restored. The man who
gave me a lift might not know but he has encouraged me to get back to it and pay it forward.
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