“Guess what happened to me on my way here today”, George yelled at the top of his voice. He had barged into Femi’s living room without knocking.
“What happened? Is that the way to say hello, by the way?” Femi quizzed.
“I am sorry guy. Hello. I practically fled here to let you in on what I witnessed today. I thought it was best I came over and that’s why I didn’t bother putting a call through to you. I knew you would be home by now. At least I know you like the back of my hand”, George answered .
“Just tell me what happened already”. Femi was getting rather impatient with George over the suspense.
“You know that I am not good at guessing at all”, he continued.
“I saw Segun Abraham”, George said with brightened eyes. “Do you remember him?” he asked.
“Of course. How could I ever forget him. We were in the same class and he was always the talk of the lecturers because he was very dull academically. I think he ended up with a pass grade after two extra years”.
“Not anymore”, George blurted out as if he made to stop Femi from his evaluation of Segun.
“My friend, if you see the car I saw him riding today, you will faint.” George finally sat down. He had been standing since he got to Femi’s house.
“It was when I went to the vulcanizer beside NNPC fuel station on Awolowo way to fix that front tyre that has been giving me problems that he parked beside me. I was even busy arguing with the vulcanizer who insisted that I pay one thousand Naira because of the extent of damage that the tyre had sustained when I saw the Range Rover park. I was just asking God when I would ever buy a car that expensive in my life when a familiar voice jerked me back to reality.”
“Segun had stood in front of me with his hands wide open while he called out my name. He was looking so tush; I could barely recognize him. I called out his name and he just pulled me into a tight hug before I could say anything more”, George narrated.
Before I could make one sentence, he went to the Range and opened the passenger door. A dark beautiful lady stepped out and he introduced her to me as his wife. He told her how he used to make several appointments with me for tutorials while we were in school. He mentioned an incidence where I was teaching him how to solve a particular equation problem and he had slept off and I discovered that he had when a drop of saliva had fallen on the book”. George shook his head wearily and then smiled. “Three of us laughed hysterically at Segun’s narration.”
“I mean, I almost disowned my car today; if not that he said he decided to stop when he saw me standing by my jalopy car”, George said as he threw his car key on the stool beside him.
“By the way, it was as if he read my mind and knew I was going to lie; so he, with his comment about me closing the boot of my car, screamed “Busted!” in my face.
Femi smiled as he moved over to the seat beside George.
“Cheer up bro”, Femi said as he parted George on the back.
“We all have our specific paths in life. There is no need for you to be this downcast. Time and Chance happens to everyone. We are nothing but pencils in the hands of the creator. It is good to desire the good stuff in life. But we must also always remember that all things work together for the good of those who love God because He is always watching out for them. He knows what’s good for you and the time that’s right for it.”
George kept nodding in affirmation as Femi spoke.
“You might not have all you want right now but God has evidently been good to you. You have a very supportive wife and two handsome boys. Your business is gradually blossoming and you are walking on the path to fulfilling your dreams as an entrepreneur. You have every reason to be grateful to God so stop comparing your life with others. Maintain your lane and always remember that good things sometimes take time”, Femi concluded.
“Thanks Bro”, George said. “That’s why I love you”, he added
“On the flip side, do you know it is possible that the car didn’t belong to Segun? Things are not always what they seem, you know. And you are here killing yourself over what’s probably not”.
They both laughed at Femi’s submission.
“I think the car’s his though. He gave me his business card and he is the MD of Convert, that popular PR company. Point taken though”.
Both men talked about the herdsmen issue and Nigerian politics for a while before George took his leave fully relieved of the burden he had come to Femi’s house with.
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