The prodigal daughter
Sometimes we hurt ourselves deeply, asking the question ‘how could I?’ You take some steps or decisions in life which make you loathe yourself in the end. And it takes you a lot of time to forgive yourself for the error and move on. For a melancholic nature, it takes you time to accept the weakness of the human nature. It takes time to accept that you are still human at your best no matter the long and high standards you set for yourself. Yes, we often break the rules ourselves and have nobody to blame later. You become so hard on yourself especially when people look up to you and see you as infallible, then you make a grave error. This leads me to the fact that we are what we are only through the grace of God. If you have not been there, don’t be quick to cast aspersions or cast the stone. It is all by the grace of God. Which reminds me of the time I let myself down so greatly. Am smiling now as I type this but I wasn’t smiling then.
Yeah, the day I bashed or smashed or damaged my father’s car. The story is on this blog ‘azeez the driver’. A lot of folks did this and got away with it. Infact, it never looked like trouble to them because they enjoy getting into trouble. As for me, I have always been prim and proper, always avoiding trouble and truly I never did get into any trouble as big as this in my life which made it all the more encompassing to me. So I ran away from home(lol).
Of course, I tried fixing the car but it could not be completed before dad came home by weekend and I didn’t want him to see it. I just didn’t know how to face him. I took the car without his consent. Moreover, the car wasn’t released at the police station on time because the car I hit wanted monetary settlement. Eventually, the bill was settled and Mr Banji’s car was released the next day, a thursday and he was due back on friday.
So I left home early on friday morning(smiling sheepishly). I didn’t sleep all through the night. I was confused, unhappy and frustrated. I told my friends what I had done. They laughed and told me it was no big deal but to me it was. Mr Banji, oblivious to what had happened called to ask whether he should pick me on his way. We always travelled together on fridays and he knew I had just left home that morning but he didn’t know why, I declined. To cut a long story short, I was amazed in the evening when he started calling me again but this time, I could not pick again because I knew he was already aware. I was at work when I was not supposed to go to work. I was hiding and moping at the mechanical department. Mr Wale, a staff asked me to pick the call after a while and I grudgingly did. I got the shock of my life when he told me to come back home, that he even bought corn on the way and they had pounded yam waiting for me. I thought it was a bait but I travelled down from lasgidi all the way to ibadan that evening. I stood at the gate for a while with my heart pounding. Lo and behold, when I entered, they were sitting outside the house waiting for me. I approached carefully like the prodigal daughter and to my bewilderment, he still repeated the iyan story and the corn story and told me to go inside and eat. If you were me, would you be able to eat that kind of iyan?
He still called me again and asked if I had eaten. Then I began to wonder if he put something in the iyan for me. But nothing happened afterwards. He repaired the car and refunded part of my money and till today, he never mentioned it. That was one big luck. He didn’t even say anything to me. He was just happy I didn’t die in the accident.
Now, maybe I have just committed another blunder. Maybe he’ll overlook my error this time, only time will tell…..
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