It must've been 9:30pm on the 31st of December and being the first New year eve I will be spending alone, outside the love of family and the confines of a country there was. I wanted to spend it in church because God is family too. No buses damn!! I must have dialed the wrong taxi company when after 10mins a taxi pulled over in front of my house and as I was settling in, I noticed the man had full blown beards with his mustache romancing vividly his jaw beards, In his Pakistan accent he asked "where are you going my friend"? With my igbotic accent I responded " St Barnabas Cathedral". He said my friend you've got an accent and I was like so do you. He told me today "it's twice the price". I nodded in partial agreement not minding spending the money I had for a good course and then he started both the car and meter, I had never seen a meter move so fast, 4 quid just to reverse in front of my house, I kept my eyes on the meter and watched it bolt away in pride till it got to a wallet provoking reading I did not know when I spoke broken " Abeg make I come down joor... I go take leg finish am Haba" as I walked the rest of the journey, I immediately missed home where you bid price with the taxi driver and sit uncomfortably on the jalopy, feeding your eyes with all the stickers on the dashboard while trying to avoid staining your dress with the almost clean car interior. I got to the church and it was locked " Haa!! is this how they will lock some people outside heaven" I walked closer and almost round the big church when I realized there were no lights and no mass going on. I steadied my breathe and worried more about my long walk home than my safety, because across the road and miles away were people partying, fire works everywhere , pubs buzzing with crowds and pub owner grinning from ear to ear from their sales and they will stop at nothing till all the the guests go home in delirium. Made it home almost midnight said my prayers and waited for the new year, how fast it came and ran that it's first July already. The first half may not have been my best in years but it sure did end well and in a grand style that the ovation will still be on years after my June of miracles is long gone. Looking back now I know it must have been God and I took solace on my favorite line which I coined when things don't work as we planned " God certainly knows how best to take care of his children "
Happy New Month and Welcome to the second half of 2016
