Hey, guys, it’s been an awfully long time and I am sincerely apologetic. I also want to use this opportunity to thank those who checked up on my blog and I. You all are the realest. This time I am back with another Anna series. This story is a special and Intense one because this is a true life story and it was in collaboration with my one and only sisi from another mum, Chinyere Ajih. Here it goes…
On the 22nd day of September 2016, I travelled to one of the cities in the Southeastern part of Nigeria to sit for an examination. It was my third time in the city. I finished quite early. I would say it was one of the easiest exams I’ve ever written. I left the exam venue and crossed over to the other side of the road where I saw a signboard with “Food is ready” boldly written on it. Typical Naija style. I decided to relax there for a while.
I got up to leave when my pen dropped. As I bent down to pick it up, the most unexpected happened. My trouser tore. Within me, I prayed that no one noticed. I quickly covered my visible red thong with my handbag while I thought of what next to do.
Fortunately for me, there was a seamstress right beside the ‘restaurant’. Being so thankful, I walked up to her and explained my predicament and thankful she was, she was of help.
Just as I was about to leave, she quickly said “madam your trouser material don weak oh. Take am easy”. I assured her that I would be careful. Deep down I already knew the trouser will find itself in the bin when I finally get home without anymore embarrassment.
I gently walked down to the bus stop nearest to the seamstress while praying and hoping my trouser doesn’t misbehave. I boarded the bus while for others board, I was still praying.
A passenger came and I had to adjust for her to sit. Right there and then, the devil showed himself. My trouser tore again. This time it was really bad cause I could feel the rush of air ‘down there’. I sighed deeply and thought to myself what sort of temptation this was, whom I may have offended and of course what I would do.
I got down on the bus with my face all rumpled up, my heart racing fast and my palms sweaty. (My palms become sweaty when I’m anxious or nervous). I stood under a tree, not so far from the bus stop but so near that I could hear the chants of the bus drivers and conductors announcing their various destinations. Deep down in my heart, I was still praying and hoping that my future husband does not see me like this lol.
I noticed a car drove past me, then reversed to my direction.
A middle-aged man sat on the driver’s seat. I could barely tell what he looked like from where I stood. “Why is he staring at me? What does he want? Could he be a kidnapper?” All these I thought.
He signalled me to come close. I shook my head and looked away.
“Young lady, what’s the matter with you? You look so worried, are you okay? Do you need help?” I turned to walk away when I heard a voice in my head saying “do not be afraid. All things work together for good to them that love God right?”
Without hesitating any further, I told the stranger who was still seated in his car all I had been through. “Wow come in let’s find somewhere you can get another pair”. At that point, I had no choice than to take the offer. In his car, the only thing that had a voice was his radio. It seemed like two dumb people were on a road trip. Then he finally broke the silence. “What’s your name, young lady?” He asked. “Anna sir and yours?” My name is Munachimso.
In less than five minutes he pulled up to a clothing store. We both went inside. Being 5’11, it was pretty easy finding my size at the store. I changed to my new pair of trousers. On coming out of the changing room, Mr Munachimso was nowhere to be found. He already paid for the trouser and even left extra money for me with the sales girl. I was marvelled. I couldn’t believe what just happened. Mr Munachimso did not drop his number. He was gone, without a single trace.
I left the store with so many thoughts in my head and a thankful heart also. Grateful to God for coming to my aid when I desperately needed him. God works in mysterious ways, doesn’t He?.
I learnt that apart from the daily prayers, thanksgiving and requests I seek from God, I’ve always prayed for a discerning spirit. I’ve always asked Him for wisdom. That day my discerning spirit came to work. I would have been stranded without any idea on what to do.
Mr Munachimso thank you so much. May your deepest heart desires be granted.
God bless you…