When I was preparing to write jamb, I was such a character to behold. I was so excited. I was looking forward to tertiary institution, and nobody could dim the fluorescent light of my excitement. It so happened on this day that I had a final registration to complete before my jamb registration can be completed.

So when the sun was bright enough to see, I got up from my bed, did the necessary chores and wolfed down some breakfast, after which, I trekked to the road of my street, my school bag which was full of documents was slung over my shoulder. 

Then I stood and waited for a bike to arrive. A bike arrived, so I climbed it and before I knew it, he had gotten to the main road.

The garage was rowdy, but I was able to secure a space in one of the bus heading to my destination. First, the bus went in the right direction for like five miles, before parking in a fuel station to refuel the fuel tank. 

Then it started back up a long two lane road. I was by the window side, watching interestingly as the bus zoom pass trees and buildings before it all blurred into light and colors.

Finally, it arrived at the bus stop and we all disembarked and dispersed respectively.

Amazingly, I got to the cybercaf√© first and completed my registration, but on the way back, something happened…

I stepped out of the plaza and was about to cross to the other side of the road where I was going to secure a space in a bus back home when suddenly, something heavy hit me and I was sent flying… Laughs! It was surreal. I remember picking myself up from where I had fallen, absolutely alright and with no injury. People approached me, asking if I was okay. I told them I was.

It was then that I saw the car that hit me. He had been in a hurry and had taken a one way path because the other side of the road had been congested. I was checked thoroughly to verify if my claim was correct, and it was. Hallelujah! 

The passersby told the driver to drive me home, and he did! I believe he was more relieved that I had not sustained any injury, because, I can remember him asking me if I was okay until he dropped me off at home.

Looking back now, I can see that my whole life has been one long, strange, and maybe a little crazy bus ride. It has been full of stops, twists, curves, turns and a lot of unexplained happenings.

Sometimes, the path has been rough, other times, it has been smooth. Sometimes, it has been beautiful, other times, it has been ugly. Sometimes, it has come so fast that the scenes were blurry. But through it all, I find comfort in the fact that one day, I will go home. 

I will run into the arms of my loving Father and be welcomed by His heavenly smile and the lofty voices of heavenly choirs. I will dance in His light and never know pain or sorrow again.

What am I trying to say?

Enjoy the ride of life. Take the trip with love in your heart and kindness in your soul. Take every day with gratitude upon your lips and make every day better for those you meet. And most importantly, walk in wisdom and fulfill purpose.

In God’s Love,

Peace Okunola.