Journaling on a Road Trip

Today I am embarking on an interesting journey. I initially thought I wouldn't be able to make it because I hadn't gotten a response from the person I was to see at my destination. 

Well here I am aboard public transport which I've not followed in a long while. We've just passed Bwari and it's environs and now we're getting into the thick of no man's land. I had to pay for the middle seat between me and another passenger in order to ensure comfortability of the journey. The car's a bit rickety and it's giving me an unease but insha Allah all will be well.   

So, here we are tumbling away, watching the landscape wisk away. It's a beautiful Sunday morning and it's been raining since before dawn. My best season! The wet earth and greenery coming alive vividly, the undulating horizons all around as we zoom past.

I see different trees and plants and rocks. I wonder what stories they've stored over their existence. Funnily I saw these stones positioned precariously and wondered how they came to be like that.   Was it the work of 'little' kid giants playing around and they balanced the stones? Or perhaps it was a result of a huge meteor impact, maybe the rock itself from outer qqq space. Or tremors that shook and took away the parts of the rocks and left remnants.   

Well it's the sort of thing that makes you wish you could time travel to aeons ago when the world was forming and observe the process like a playback.   Hmmm! Perhaps there used to be a community of giants who played with boulders like they were pebbles and picked their teeth with huge logs of wood!   

Anyway back to the journey. We just stopped briefly for those who needed to ease themselves and now we've resumed. I can't wait for us to get to the Kaduna highway and get off this single laned road on Jere road. It's precarious and the drivers have no mind to take it easy what with their haste to quickly get to their destination and get passengers for their return journey. 

So what would I have been doing? Well perhaps sleeping? I'd have dropped the kids at weekend Islamiyya school and would already be back home. Maybe I'd have branched to queue for fuel though it seems the queues have disappeared since the announcement of the 145 cap on pms prices. All the marketers simply moved their prices to the cap even if they got the fuel at a much cheaper rate.   

Nigeria is at the crossroads. We hope things will get better.   Hmmm! Sighs upon sighs. One thing I like in public transport which I miss - especially if you're alone - is the opportunity it affords you to clear your head and browse through your thoughts and meditate very deeply. When I'm on such journeys I seem to be at my most awake. There's this clarity that I get.

And then now I'm sleepy! See you...

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