Lost in Garki

So, I went to the grand towers mall in Apo just a day before sallah and there was terrible traffic gridlock. Not quite unusual for that apo-gudu axis but more terrible because of the ram sellers and buyers who had invaded that part of town. A lot of cars were parked with people buying rams.

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It was an eventful day for me because one hour earlier, I had gotten lost at old CBN junction while trying to look for Okemesi Street. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself at NIPOST HQ.

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My stomach was protesting seriously. Pangs of hunger were gnawing at me. I looked around, there was nothing to buy. Until I sighted a suya seller across the road. I don’t like afternoon suyas. Maybe because suya is associated with the night. But I didn’t know when I walked close to him and continued to stare at his unattractive pieces of meat. The meat didn’t look inviting at all. Then, I didn’t perceive the familiar suya smell from a distance.

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Thinking i wanted to buy, he cut a sizeable chunk, sprayed it with pepper and motioned for me to eat it. It was very hot when I put it in my mouth and chewed away. Just then, I saw the office vehicle and quickly ran after it down another street with the suya still in my mouth. I didn’t bother to look back.

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When i got to the end of the road, the office car was no where to be found but I discovered to my chagrin that I was in front of BIOBAK kitchen, GARKI. I stood there exasperated.

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A kind hearted guy who must have noticed my travail said to me from across the road
“Missed your way?”
I simply nodded.
“Where are you heading to?”
“Okemesi street, I replied”
Just walk out of this street, go down and turn into the next street by your right, when you go down, you will see the street. I was very grateful.

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I had asked a vendor, okpa seller, gentle old man for directions earlier and it had looked like i was saying something unfamiliar.
I had to walk back towards the suya seller again but I didn’t maintain eye contact.

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Okemesi was on my mind.
By now, the kind hearted lady that was supposed to pick me had been waiting g for me at the junction of the street and we walked to her office together. I had spent about one hour walking round Garki.

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The only way I could reward myself was to buy a chocolate cake afterwards when I got to Grand Towers.

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The hunger hadn’t left. So I bought a sugar coated doughnut with youghurt which I munched shamelessly on the queue before paying for it. I didn’t even care if anybody was looking. I stopped caring about life, people, random things since my recent loss. Life is most times meaningless.

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When it got to my turn, I gave her the empty paper that contained the doughnut and gave her the half finished youghurt too. It didn’t look strange to her.

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I had noticed two women eating fried meat on the queue as well. Hunger must have dealt with them too.
Long and short of it, yesterday wasn’t totally bad with the bad memories because of the chocolate cake.

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My neighbour had knocked and brought rice and chicken. It smelled great but ……..
My church member had sent a type of soup which I kept in my fridge….probably oha, afang or banga. I didn’t see her to ask. I am not very curious about food.

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Yesterday was a bit reflective because he would have pestered me to travel home for sallah. He would have killed a ram without going to the praying ground. Well, in his life, even as he claimed to be a christian, he celebrated all festivals…sallah, eid-el-fitri, Xmas, easter, new year. It was always an opportunity for family party and get together.
Anyways, life happened.

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When the shrill cry of my phone woke me up around 12am the other day, I panicked. My eyes cleared as if I had not been asleep few seconds before. I sprang to my feet in desperation and could feel my heart beating fast as I covered the distance between my bed and the chair where my phone was.

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But when I saw that it was my friend from US, I heaved a sigh of relief. I managed to pick the call without any trace of emotion.
Since the call that changed my status to that of an orphan came around 2am that day(that bad day that devil drank water), I have been wary of such midnight panic calls. Or better still, a part of my brain is still psychologically affected.

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More so since I kept lacking sleep throughout the midnight hour till 2am passed. Thank God for the halleluyah challenge that kept me company on most days.

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