4:30am
Jimi sprung from his bed and made a dash for the toilet to take his early morning leak. After a long drain, he grabbed his toothbrush and began cleaning his mouth. Amidst yawns and stretches, he made for the bathroom having his bath hurriedly; the water was cold.
Meanwhile, George was still sleeping.
5:00am
Jimi was fully dressed, with the aid of a torchlight, he made his way to the motor park. He sleepily dragged his box as he walked like a zombie to the junction.
George rolled over to the other side of the bed.
6:00am
The Okeyson branded Hiace bus was leaving Maza-Maza enroute Abuja. Each man was calling onto his God asking for journey mercies as the driver anxiously stepped on the pedal.
George got up to wee, on his way back to bed; he drank a glass of water and muttered something.
9:00am
Jimi's bus sped past a long vehicle at Shagamu; the driver had hit 160km/h raising dust as he travelled on.
George was awoken by the ringing of his phone. His girlfriend called him to ensure he was awake and prepared for the journey ahead.
11:00am
"Welcome to Ondo...The Sunshine State"; Jimi was glad they were at Ore. He had been holding himself since they passed Shagamu and he felt the intense need to pass excreta. The driver finally parked close to a dodo-ikire seller and Jimi jumped out almost immediately, sprinting to a nearby bush on a mission other than hunting bush meat.
George was already at airport about to board his flight to Abuja. He was feeling a little funny in his bowels, perhaps it must have been his breakfast.
12:30pm
The Hiace bus was in motion and of course, accelerating steadily. All Jimi could see was untapped forest reserves and primitive settlements scattered along the way. Truth is, he didn't know where he was.
George was already in abuja, negotiating his fare with the taxi driver. Less than a minute later, he was enroute Maitama; just a drop closer to meeting Alhaji Danbaba (his prospective employer).
3:00pm
Jimi could now see well paved and marked streets, smart looking people walking briskly and strange looking hybrid kombi buses attached to truck-heads. Abuja, alas! he said to himself. As if in his head, his seat partner said excitedly "bros we are in Gwagwalada o, in about an hour we go don touchdown Abuja as e dey hot". Jimi was stupefied, he simply nodded and braced himself for the extra hour.
After an intense session with the Alhaji, George left the mansion with an appointment letter and a wad of naira notes covering his trip to Abuja.
3:50pm
The bus halted finally at the park and its contents either alighted or were carried out. Jimi was tired, his legs ached and he was extremely hungry. He dashed into a nearby shack and ordered for a large bowl of Tuwo Shinkafa, okra and rago.
George could hear the announcer make the final call for his flight. He dashed to the airline stand and checked in. He was aboard a Lagos-bound Aero flight.
4:40pm
Jimi managed to get a cab going to Garki as he greedily sucked on his bottle of Fura Donunu eyeballing every single landmark through his window.
Bienvenue à Lasgiddy to George, he couldn't wait to get home. He wanted to change and pick his girlfriend from her office which was near his house. How eager he was!
5:30
Overfed, drained and sleepy, Jimi crashed onto the bed in his dingy motel room and began snoring almost immediately. It must have been the jet lag, get it?
George's girlfriend was overtly emotional, she screamed, cried, shrieked, awwwed or cooed at the slightest things. That her bobo now had a good well paying job, she let out a loud shout producing many decibels of noise. She was overjoyed!
8:45
Jimi just woke up and was unpacking his box. He needed to shower and prepare for his big interview the next day. He said his prayers in his heart; he couldn't go back empty handed, not after all he had been through.
George on the other hand had dropped his girlfriend at home after enjoying her company and a wonderfully cooked meal. He sat infront of his TV staring at the UEFA champions league match line-up between Dynamo Kiev and Manchester United. How else could the day have gone?
Eventually both Jimi and George enjoyed fruitful journeys to Abuja. Even though they set out on the same day and got the same results; they exerted themselves differently, expended time differently, used different means of transportation and experienced different levels of fatigue.
Hence, don't be beguiled by other people seriously perspiring at what they do while it seems you're not having anything to do, it won't be long now...all your goals would be achieved sublimely in record time. JUST REMAIN FOCUSED!!!
Jimi sprung from his bed and made a dash for the toilet to take his early morning leak. After a long drain, he grabbed his toothbrush and began cleaning his mouth. Amidst yawns and stretches, he made for the bathroom having his bath hurriedly; the water was cold.
Meanwhile, George was still sleeping.
5:00am
Jimi was fully dressed, with the aid of a torchlight, he made his way to the motor park. He sleepily dragged his box as he walked like a zombie to the junction.
George rolled over to the other side of the bed.
6:00am
The Okeyson branded Hiace bus was leaving Maza-Maza enroute Abuja. Each man was calling onto his God asking for journey mercies as the driver anxiously stepped on the pedal.
George got up to wee, on his way back to bed; he drank a glass of water and muttered something.
9:00am
Jimi's bus sped past a long vehicle at Shagamu; the driver had hit 160km/h raising dust as he travelled on.
George was awoken by the ringing of his phone. His girlfriend called him to ensure he was awake and prepared for the journey ahead.
11:00am
"Welcome to Ondo...The Sunshine State"; Jimi was glad they were at Ore. He had been holding himself since they passed Shagamu and he felt the intense need to pass excreta. The driver finally parked close to a dodo-ikire seller and Jimi jumped out almost immediately, sprinting to a nearby bush on a mission other than hunting bush meat.
George was already at airport about to board his flight to Abuja. He was feeling a little funny in his bowels, perhaps it must have been his breakfast.
12:30pm
The Hiace bus was in motion and of course, accelerating steadily. All Jimi could see was untapped forest reserves and primitive settlements scattered along the way. Truth is, he didn't know where he was.
George was already in abuja, negotiating his fare with the taxi driver. Less than a minute later, he was enroute Maitama; just a drop closer to meeting Alhaji Danbaba (his prospective employer).
3:00pm
Jimi could now see well paved and marked streets, smart looking people walking briskly and strange looking hybrid kombi buses attached to truck-heads. Abuja, alas! he said to himself. As if in his head, his seat partner said excitedly "bros we are in Gwagwalada o, in about an hour we go don touchdown Abuja as e dey hot". Jimi was stupefied, he simply nodded and braced himself for the extra hour.
After an intense session with the Alhaji, George left the mansion with an appointment letter and a wad of naira notes covering his trip to Abuja.
3:50pm
The bus halted finally at the park and its contents either alighted or were carried out. Jimi was tired, his legs ached and he was extremely hungry. He dashed into a nearby shack and ordered for a large bowl of Tuwo Shinkafa, okra and rago.
George could hear the announcer make the final call for his flight. He dashed to the airline stand and checked in. He was aboard a Lagos-bound Aero flight.
4:40pm
Jimi managed to get a cab going to Garki as he greedily sucked on his bottle of Fura Donunu eyeballing every single landmark through his window.
Bienvenue à Lasgiddy to George, he couldn't wait to get home. He wanted to change and pick his girlfriend from her office which was near his house. How eager he was!
5:30
Overfed, drained and sleepy, Jimi crashed onto the bed in his dingy motel room and began snoring almost immediately. It must have been the jet lag, get it?
George's girlfriend was overtly emotional, she screamed, cried, shrieked, awwwed or cooed at the slightest things. That her bobo now had a good well paying job, she let out a loud shout producing many decibels of noise. She was overjoyed!
8:45
Jimi just woke up and was unpacking his box. He needed to shower and prepare for his big interview the next day. He said his prayers in his heart; he couldn't go back empty handed, not after all he had been through.
George on the other hand had dropped his girlfriend at home after enjoying her company and a wonderfully cooked meal. He sat infront of his TV staring at the UEFA champions league match line-up between Dynamo Kiev and Manchester United. How else could the day have gone?
Eventually both Jimi and George enjoyed fruitful journeys to Abuja. Even though they set out on the same day and got the same results; they exerted themselves differently, expended time differently, used different means of transportation and experienced different levels of fatigue.
Hence, don't be beguiled by other people seriously perspiring at what they do while it seems you're not having anything to do, it won't be long now...all your goals would be achieved sublimely in record time. JUST REMAIN FOCUSED!!!
I feel encouraged.
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