On a blessed and sunny Sunday afternoon, I needed to get something done at the school gate whereas I had an exam  the following day which I hadn’t prepare well for. That means there was no time to waste at all, I just have to get things done as fast as possible so as to go and prepare for the exam.


Immediately after service, I found the best means to transport myself quickly to the school gate.

And luckily for me, I finished what I wanted to do on time and couldn’t just wait to get back to the hostel.


However, it’s always scarce to get public transport from the school gate on Sunday afternoon as many of the cab men must have gone for service as well.

The best option is to take bike even though one might have to wait for a while to get one. But on that particular day, people that were waiting for bike were really many.


The queue was so long, ehn. But I just had to quietly join the queue.
However, there was a bus available (which is very unusual) but I felt it might take time to get full. Although, deep within me, I felt the urge to enter the bus but I discarded it and stayed on the queue waiting for bike.


But before I knew it, the bus got full within 10 minutes. I was shocked. However, I couldn’t leave the queue since I’ve been waiting for a while. And since I had been waiting for long, I decided to wait till the end 😅.


But to my utmost surprise, another bus arrived and got full again. Immediately, I became angry at myself. I felt like jumping and slamming myself to the ground 😅. I was really upset.


At that point, I was like the third person on the queue of those waiting for bike. I was happy but as I was just the next person to get a bike, rain started falling.

The sky wasn’t really cloudy before rain started. Seriously, I wanted to cry at point. After I had used more than 30 minutes on the queue.


Since rain was falling, everyone ran for shelter. At first, I stayed under one tree not wanting to go faraway from where I’d get bike because I already knew that I might not be the first on the queue again by the time the rain would have stopped.


But when I was gradually started getting drenched by the rain, I had to run for shelter as well. Not too long, another a bus came around and I had no choice than to enter the bus. I didn’t even think twice before I hopped in.

Immediately I entered the bus, the rain stopped.
It was as if I was getting punished for an offence that day. It almost made me cry.

People that went into hiding came out and bike men started arriving in their numbers. I was so pained. I almost felt like questioning the bike men of where they had been before the rain started.


At that point, I just had to sit patiently in the bus and wait for it to get full. I didn’t have the energy to even get down anymore. What if I got down and the whole scenario repeat itself 😅.
And luckily for me, it didn’t even take up to 5 minutes before the bus got full.

Immediately, I wished I was patient from the start and had entered the first bus, I would have gotten to my hostel earlier.

That day, I learnt three cogent lessons:

1) No condition is permanent. The major reason why I didn’t enter the first bus was because of the notion I had about buses not getting full on time on Sundays afternoon. But alas, the story changed that particular day. It made me realize that no condition is permanent forever. The fact that something is like this today doesn’t mean it’ll still be like that tomorrow. The fact that there’s no money today doesn’t mean there won’t be abundance tomorrow.
The fact that something bad always happen to you at a particular time of every year doesn’t means it’d be like that forever.


2) Human reasoning will always fail. We need to be more sensitive to the Spirit nudging. If I had yielded to the nudging of entering the first bus, I wouldn’t have gone through all the stress.


3) Patience is a virtue. Just because I didn’t want to wait for too long, I opted for an option that looked the best. Alas, I stayed longer than I could have imagined. I had to be patient by force as that point.

Also, it taught me that the path which looked the shortest might eventually take the longest time.

What other lessons have you learnt from this experience of mine?
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Author: Elizabeth Tolulope EgbeniyiHiya!!! I am Elizabeth Tolulope Egbeniyi, a natural health enthusiast, health and lifestyle blogger, plant scientist, teen coach, volunteer, baker, and most importantly, a child of God and kingdom warrior. I'm an ardent advocate of using herbs for healing and health. Welcome to my space.

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