With a big smile on his face;
“You’re welcome. How was site today?”
“it was not fine” I said with a cloud of pain hovering over me, I responded. Dragging my feet from the kitchen I sauntered into the living room and mumbled few words of greetings to mum. I entered into my room and let loose the hot tear. All along in the transit I had thought it will not be too ideal for me to break down into tears, at least as a grown man with my thick black beards. Home is where I can be me without fear or interference.
My elder brother will not just let me be. He looked through my room door that is perpetually opened:
“I didn’t listen to your instruction”
By now, the dam is broken and the tear is flowing freely and I’d let it. At least it could bring some healing if I do let it.
* * *
Earlier that day, I’d bidden mum and my brother goodbye while going to work. My brother told me not to sit by the door of the bus. He’d jokingly told me to let go of the bus and wait for another even if that is the last seat available. I didn’t have problem getting to the site and I was soon set to return home after the inspection.
It’s been some minutes now that I’ve been waiting and no bus is forthcoming. My patience was dwindling with every tick of the clock. The next bus that came offer no other place than the seat I was warned about. The instruction was fresh in my memory, but why should I heed it anyway? I’ve been finding my way around this city for years now, so there is no point paying special attention to an instruction from the blues. I boarded the bus and sat there hoping to change the seat when someone alight at the next bus terminal which I did. I soon alighted only to discover my phone was gone. Nothing shocks more than touching your pocket and realise that your phone is gone. This is the second time in six months. I’ve lost phones worth hundreds of dollars.
Beyond the phone, what hurt me was the instruction. A voice was haunting me;
“you were warned”
“if it was death that was imminent, that is how you will freely walk into it”
“What will have happened to you?”
It is not a crime if a random bad incident like this occurs to us, but to hear the warning and to not heed the instruction is the basis of the offence. The value of the phone I lost pained me, but the reason behind the tear is a salient question; “if the impending danger that was looming is about losing life, is that how I would have lost it?”.
Much later, I’ve avoided that seat, I’ve been more obedient but the obedience has refused to yield the phone. By now, one street hustler would have unlocked it and sell it for a fraction of what it’s worth in computer village. It is their reward for being vigilant and skilful. For me, it’s a reward of not yielding to instruction.
Life’s valuables can be like virginity, a thousand of obedience might not restore it back to you if you lost it after you have been warned. We have seen the iceberg, we have warned the Titanic, but it steered for it anyway, because it definitely wants to sink.
I was warned.
Amore cum, ab
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