Do you believe in prayer?
I do. I must admit though that I have had my doubts once in a while concerning that issue, but not anymore.
Now y'all know about the rock I hit on Thursday when the British Deputy High Comission in Lagos denied me a visa to go and start my studies. Well, I have gotten over it (in record time I might add) and I am back on the bounce. I got a job (if I can call it that, pays 40% of my last wage) with a small firm that is into e-payments, so I won't really be too much of a netizen anymore (they wish!). That has returned me to Lagos
On Saturday while respectable decent human beings were preparing to go and watch the Nigeria-Tunisia game (I will come to that), I was at work doing rubbish (my honest opinion). Anyways, I am trying to make a good impression on my new employers, so I decided (rather unhappily) to forgo the match and work. Since I was online, I simply logged on to Eurosport.com and was abrest of what was happening in the game until the end of 90 minutes. Then I couldn't bear it again. Off I went to a joint not far from the office where as it happened some of my colleagues were watching, and so we began to watch. Tension soaked 30 minutes that made me regret missing the preceeding 90, but nothing spoil.
Then unto penalties. Up stepped Yobo, and missed, then Tunisia scored, we scored (Taiwo), Tunisia scored again, then Ayila missed. At that point, it was game over for Nigeria, I shit you not, but then something happened. In the interval between when Ayila missed and Chedli stepped up to take his kick, one of my new colleagues said something strange or funny or in a moment of inspiration, whichever way you want to look at it, the man made that statement with great faith: "God, should Nigeria win, I will not sleep with my girlfriend until we are married." All of us stopped and looked at this fellow, then Chedli missed...
The rest as they say, is history.
Call it whatever you will, but that day I saw a miracle happen in front of my eyes (
fo mai feri bifo as we say in Naija...). That singular event has reaffirmed my faith in prayers and in the existence of God Almighty, and I intend to become stronger in my prayer life. Amen. What remains to be seen is whether young Mr. Lawal can keep his vow...
So for me it is welcome back to Lagos, the centre of excellence and garbage. Funny how one can readapt to this hell hole after 2 years in Abuja with all its
niceties. Well, maybe it is the comfort that I'll be gone in a matter of months (
insha'Allah) that is keeping me one, and then of course, I am reunited with
her...
Before I forget, the BDHC released my passport today, the idiotic reason they gave for rejecting my visa: my dad can't afford to pay my fees (which have already been paid)... Do I sue?