Hey, So, always put me in your prayers whenever you can because one of these days, that thing I’m looking for, I’ll find. Yesterday night, I was on my way from the mainland to the island to got get some TLC because, dhur! The time was 11:25pm. As a was approaching the Yaba bridge stretch of the Third Mainland Bridge, that part where street lights starts becoming a suggestion? Yes! I saw an elderly woman ahead. She had a sack on her head, and another in her hand, power-jogging like she was training for a midnight marathon in the middle of nowhere. So I did what every other sane human being driving by that time of the night would do, something adorned in common sense. Right??? So naturally, I slowed down. Normally, I do give strangers going my direction a lift. But this was midnight and this old woman is trekking in the middle of nowhere. But my charity knows no bounds or situations. Any other person that grew up in a Nigerian household can see the many ways this could go wrong; eg, she could perhaps turn into a bird in the back of my car, and I’m suddenly chauffeuring poultry. And this is worse case scenario by the way, as I’ve skipped the many security dangers. But even in my wild range of imagination, I could never have seen that one coming. Now because I’m ungovernable, and I’m walking dangerously close to the footsteps of my lord and savior, Jesus Christ, I slowed down. Help the what? Those in need. No caveat. Could be in pitch darkness. Middle of nowhere. To pick a strange old woman. Somebody say “Hallelujah!!!!”. “Where are you going, ma?” I called out, window rolled down, charity written all over my face. She replied something I couldn’t quite make out. It had heavy Yoruba inflections and my first thought was, she’s speaking local. Now, my grasp of the Yoruba language is not superb but I can make out a flow and meaning when I listen. “Ehn?”, I asked to see if I could catch what she was communicating. She said a few more words… this time it was becoming increasingly erratic, incoherent even for a language I’m not fluent in. Her body language had shifted. The stride tightened. The eyes locked on; she was gearing up… to do what? How am I supposed to know?😩 Before you judge her (hold your horse you judgmental elitist!), stress can make people act strange. Try walking a miles in her shoes! Except she didn’t have any shoes.😔 Now, while I may be a fool, what I am not is a complete fool. I took a second at her again, this time to take her in and wouldn’t you know it; barefooted, which is mostly nothing. She could be training for a marathon. Kenyans do it! Her bags were mostly rags and dirt, which is… Eco-conscious? I guess… Not everyone subscribes to papers and plastics. But… She was now erratically charging towards me. Why could this be??? Fcuk that! I don’t care for the why! My brothers and sisters, it turned out I was dialoguing with a roaming mad person. Not your regular mad, the one that af do gbim in the streets. A regular! Listen, the makers of Toyota vehicles needed to see me make them proud because in the history of Toyota vehicles, vehicling; nobody has ever squeezed the velocity I squeeze out of that car! One minute it was 0 km/h, the next it was 100 km/h. I evaporated. Put that car in the speed of light. 😩