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Give me the cap<\/strong><\/p>\n

Day 1: So today, I was my aunt\u2019s chauffeur (excluding the cap :-).<\/p>\n

I woke up early to take her to church (St. Johns) in Ikoyi. The church normally has 3 services: a 7am Holy Communion service; an 8am English service and a 10am traditional service in Ibo Language. We usually attend the 8am service (I have been accused rightly by the Vicar\u2019s wife that they only see me when my aunt is in town). After the service, we branched at a petrol station in Ikoyi where there was almost no queue and filled up my tank. Home to breakfast. My uncle and an older cousin showed up later.<\/p>\n

My aunt had told me the day before that I was going to take her to a few places and the plan was to leave shortly after breakfast, but that was delayed until my uncle and aunt left.<\/p>\n

Soon we were Surulere-bound. We went to the home of a retired couple who were close friends of my aunt. Spent about 30 minutes there and we were offered dinner. But since we still had a second place to touch briefly, it was agreed we should go and come back afterwards for the dinner and a proper visit.<\/p>\n

We went to the home of another friend of my aunt who was the widow of some very important figure. I noticed from the burst of the husband in front of the entrance to the house that he has been dead for a very long time. The wife was also an “achiever” in her own right I believe. I dozed a little while my aunt and her friend (and her friend\u2019s daughter caught up on things). I suspect it may have been a combination of the slightly warm room and the fact that I didn\u2019t quite get enough sleep the night before.<\/p>\n

After a suitable time, we returned to the first couple\u2019s house. We were invited to the dining room shortly after we arrived. The dinner was quite good \u2013 rice, stew, chicken, vegetable, fried fish and fried plantain. Followed by a couple glasses\u00a0of a very good red wine (as if I know what a sub par one tastes like). The conversation was even more interesting. Some people would probably find it a little uncomfortable. But I have for quite a while realized and accepted the fact that sooner or later (hopefully) we all have to leave this world. A lot of the conversation was about friends who have passed on, and in some cases the manner of their passing (some rather abrupt). I don\u2019t really mind people talking round about me (meaning I don\u2019t contribute much to the conversation \u2013 though in this case, there was nothing for me to contribute \u2013 the subjects of the discussion were all old enough to be my grandparents). I have of course been told by someone (I care about a lot) that part of the\u00a0problem is that I don\u2019t talk. If only the person knew (the one million things I would rather have said but would probably not have been welcomed!).<\/p>\n

But still it is true that I enjoy the flow and ebb of conversation going on around me. If the company I am in don\u2019t mind, I like being a spectator just absorbing details of how people of all nature live their lives.<\/p>\n

The reminiscing went way back to several decades and some possible miracles in certain people\u2019s lives. A few scandals were covered as well.<\/p>\n

Well after dinner, we retired back to the sitting room and the conversation continued. My aunt whipped out her\u00a0iPad to show\u00a0her friends pictures of the extended family. I must say I can count people from a wide variety of countries among my relations now (think New Zealand, USA, UK, etc.). Though one must realize that the more the family disperses round the world, the greater the possibility that\u00a0one may walk past a relatively close family member in some distant land and not even know it.<\/p>\n

Back home at about 9:30PM. Sitting in front of the TV watching DSTV channel 255 (CI) while typing this out. Which reminds me of the topic of the sermon in church this morning which was on the 3 servants with the talents. So as the Chaplain said, if you don\u2019t exercise your talent, you will lose it. So if I pretend I can write, then I must go on writing so as not only improve the talent but keep it.<\/p>\n

So that is why I am putting this piece up!<\/p>\n

Day 2: Got in the car with my aunt and a visiting family member all ready to go and the car refused to start. Rain started drizzling. Opened the bonnet and pretended to know what I was doing. Checked the oil. Radiator had enough water. Hmm. Tried a couple more times to start the car but no luck. Had to take the smaller Skoda. I got into the driver\u2019s seat and it felt as if I was sitting on the floor. I am not short but I still almost had to crane my neck to see properly out the front windshield! The break felt like there were gremlins under it resisting my attempts to push it down \u2013 the net effect was that the car was bucking like a bronco. I took it slow.<\/p>\n

Visited another elderly friend who had just lost her younger sister a couple of months ago. I sat quietly on the sofa writing a story on the BB and \u201cfighting\u201d sleep every once in a while. Such visits and the natural conversations that result brings home to one the reality of life. I sat in the lovely sitting room of a house which was about 43 years old and looking like something from one of those home d\u00e9cor magazines out of some Western country. There were lots of pictures of the family including some of the grown of kids and their children. I couldn\u2019t help but compare some of the middle-age pictures of the host with her current look \u2013 age is a strange thing. We are vibrant and all rearing to go one minute, and the next (in reality several years) we can barely muster the strength to get up.<\/p>\n

I wouldn\u2019t say being in such situations help me forget my own (suddenly mundane) problems, but it helps me put them in the correct perspective for all of 30 minutes. Unfortunately, once I am out of the particular \u201csetting\u201d, my own issues resume their central position in my mind.<\/p>\n

Had a close shave on the way back. Just about getting off the bridge (incoming from Ikorodu\u00a0to Apongbon), going relatively slowly, and thinking about the same one thing that\u2019s been on my mind in recent months when suddenly (as the driving guides would put it) a harzadous\u00a0situation started developing in slow-motion right in front of my eyes. The car to my right suddenly jumped ahead \u201cbrushing\u201d me on the passenger\u2019s side, got in front of me; skidded towards the central divide while the driver fought to control it; then back towards the center of the road before finally stopping. Meanwhile I had to step on the brakes to stop from running into him from behind. I pulled level, wound down the passenger\u2019s side window while the fellow actually got out of his car. I pointed out that he ran into us. He said it wasn\u2019t his fault, didn\u2019t I see the bus that got in front of him from the other side. I said the bus (which I didn\u2019t actually notice but I believe he was telling the truth \u2013 I think he turned towards us in trying to avoid colliding with the bus)\u00a0 did not run into us \u2013 it was he that did. I didn\u2019t get down but suspected the damage should be minor – due to my relatively slow speed, stopping in time and the very slight bump I felt when he made contact with our car. I wasn\u2019t sure of his vehicle though \u2013 it\u2019s possible his front axle may have been broken. My aunt said he should apologize and after that we went on our way. Fortunately, the headlights weren\u2019t broken, just a little dent and several deep scratches in the paint work. The bumper may have separated slightly on the right from the body as well.<\/p>\n

I was reading a Christian book this morning and some section talks about not living in the past. Asking forgiveness if possible from whomever one has wronged, then also asking God for forgiveness. And finally moving on \u2013 I think some issues are easier to move on from than others. The ones that fall under \u201cwhat might have been\u201d are probably the most difficult.<\/p>\n

On a lighter note. Hmm. Can\u2019t think of anything that qualifies. But smile anyway; I think I passed the all-time low point (hopefully) some weeks ago. The future is bright (we hope and believe). And if you meet someone who is having a not so good day, if there is anything you can do to help – including a kind word or just listening to the person “vent” or unload his\/her mind, please do.<\/p>\n

Thank you for reading.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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