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THE CIRCLE of Kindness

It was on one of those nights that I always cut my 'buba' according to my available yards of 'ankara'. I was sauntering, a toothpick in my mouth like someone who just had two spoons of  food-co fried rice with a full chicken, relishing it like someone who just had a double sausaged shawarma with a pineaple-flavoured famfresh yogurt. In reality I just had a humble meal at Iya ijebu's Buka in Basorun.

 I was sauntering--living the dream and dreaming the life-- when I encountered this woman. Stranded and crying. An aftermath of petrol-queue-induced traffic gridlock at Basorun that increased the journey between Idi-ape junction and Orita basorun to a 2-hour stint. The lady's car broke down, petrol thirsty but she seemed more broken than the car. Her kids loitering in front of a closed shop, tears coursing down her disturbed face. 

She called on me for assistance. I heeded her call as the supposed Savior she was talking to on phone wasn't forthcoming. More tears as I advised her how and where we could push the car for safe-keep till tomorrow. 

Anyway, after much hassle and flexing of my tiny muscles, her car was well tucked away and she got a taxi with her three kids en route Akobo. I was not heroic: I was only paying back one of the kindnesses I have enjoyed. I was once stuck in a ditch and almost everyone came to my rescue like a celebrity. 

I pledge to always be ready to continue the CIRCLE of kindness and even create many other circles. With that, Nigeria will soon trust again.

---toonday‎

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