In the darkness of my room I heard music playing near by, it wasn’t something I was accustomed to, no! the jams was an 80’s old school. It played on and my mind kept going back to the past and returning to the present, and each time bringing a lot of memories back with it. Somebody snored beside me, I didn’t care, I just laid there and had these incomprehensible maneuvers. The two large windows of my room were slid shut for the cold abound which emanated from the previous day’s rain was magnanimous. My neck ached, my waist worse, the whole of my body felt like the body of that ‘Ong bak’ boy. My nose was clogged, I was surprised that I already felt warm, yet I perceived signs of incoming malaise. I had no doubt about this, but only prayed for Gods help, for if you had been caught in the cross fire of the hydro-pelletial war between the skies and the earth of yesterday and you didn’t fall sick, then you ought to count yourself lucky.
I counted myself lucky but not many will even though it wasn’t my prayer for them. For the first time, in this hydro-war I was caught pants down. If you saw me leaving home that morning with a black jacket you will wonder for the sun at high pitch was scorching and indeed it didn’t look like it would rain by eve. But it did and I was glad for my fore sight. And when it came down, it poured with much alacrity, malignity and vexation as if the people of Lagos-earth, had annoyed it.
Other days that had been like this I’ve seen but most times, it was pictures circulating in the Blackberry Messenger world or on the news. But yesterday I saw it all happen and I marveled on the stress and strife people go through in Lagos-life just to make ends meet.
As I and many others on foot swam the thigh deep flood water with the commuter buses and motorcycle riders I watched on as my eye snapped many scenes; a bus stop filled with people without or with half sided umbrellas, a woman strolling along fast with her one year old baby strapped to her back and with no umbrella, a lady carrying loads of bags who almost fell into the water from her Okada, another young lady with three small kids between the ages of five and eleven all trying to get atop one motorcycle (Okada), a pregnant woman shuffling with rest of the populace. All the vehicles remained at a stand still for many moved slowly trying to avoid deep holes or gutters which had been masked by the flood. Some didn’t even know which way to go, while others quenched out rightly. It was a sorry sight. All this while I had an umbrella, I didn’t bother rolling my pants up to the knee. It was useless. You only do that when the puddle you enter is not up to the knee. But this? This was way up, past the knee to the thigh. A little higher and my balls would have boasted a floater.
I swam on trying not to drop dead, trying to make it home, the rain flogged me on, and my umbrella couldn’t stop the cold’s stings. It was that bad. Now I’m awake and reminiscing the past, yesterday, and how I felt in that cold. I pondered, how would it had been for all those kids and people I aforementioned? The inevitable is obvious, many will fall sick, some will get well, and some won’t, who knows? Some may eventually cross over to the other side just like that leaving their loved ones behind. Its just crazy. I can’t help asking if all this is worth it, if this life is what the stress and strife? I ask many other questions that I know are without answers. Do we blame someone or something? Who? What? God? Ourselves? Our rulers? Life? Nature? You tell me. Now I cannot check the extent of yesterday rain’s damage over the web news for my Blackberry and gprs network provided by Airtel mobile has refused to function. It has been so since the rain started yesterday. Even though the EDGE is in capital letters and the network bars are full, its no use trying, for nothing is going besides I’ve been fooled already by it for too long now. Let me leave you to ponder the rest as I ponder mine with my eyes closed praying for my self and for all.