It was that season of fuel hike, exorbitant transport fare, drivers were angry, and passengers were not smiling. It was a season when you can earn a slap so cheap and you can get yourself to the police station for mistakenly pushing someone, who landed at the hospital.<\/p>\n
This hot afternoon, the weather wasn\u2019t so hot. But it was hot very very hot inside of me. I stood stranded at <\/span>Ajah<\/span><\/a> like a lost sheep. The 1000 NGN that I took with me for transport fare was not enough to transport me back home. I went past <\/span>Ajah<\/span><\/a> to a place called <\/span>Sangotedo<\/span><\/a>. Now I am left with just 300NGN and that could barely take me home, except to <\/span>Obalende<\/span><\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n ALSO READ: Lessons from Mark Zuckerberg and the Yaba Story<\/a><\/p>\n I got to smile, as I saw a branch of my bank at <\/span>Ikota shopping complex<\/a>. I had deposited some money in my bank account, which I decided not to touch. But due to the situation, I had to ask people around and I informed about the location of the bank.<\/span><\/p>\n I walked into the bank and-and collected 1000 NGN to continue my journey. I didn\u2019t have any ATM card with me, and there was no money in the account whose ATM I have. I walked down the complex and burst out at the entrance of the complex.<\/p>\n ALSO: iPhone 7 for Nigerians<\/a><\/p>\n I heard a very soft voice \u201chello, how are you? your bag is opened\u201d. The voice was so soft that I tripped, yes I tripped I must confess. I quickly said thank you and zipped my bag properly. As I was about to go, he signaled to me to wait then he told me the purpose of his coming. I was impressed again. He had come to invite me to a seminar which promotes women’s participation in politics. And also defining the identity of the woman. I was really impressed.<\/p>\n I was interested in the topic so we started a conversation. The conversation lasted for about 45 minutes. I had forgotten I had to leave <\/span>Ajah<\/span><\/a> for my house at Isolo. It was a productive encounter because I love it when men give so much value to women.<\/span><\/p>\n I discovered that he is a footballer, who plays for a club in South Africa. He had come to Nigeria just a few weeks ago. He told me that he stays at <\/span>Badore<\/a>. Surprisingly, his name was Jay Jay and he hails from the Southern part of Nigeria. I have not seen him since then, but it was a beautiful encounter.<\/span><\/p>\n