Follow Who Know Road

Children are experts at making requests which can send a parent on a quest across 7 rivers and 7 oceans.

My youngest has a Ph.D. in this. “Mummy please can you get me a sword that quotes the Bible.”

Say what now?

Jesus?!?! How did you select this child from all the ones in your warehouse and send her to me?

Anyway, mostly, I’m able for it. Although, the problem with succeeding in small tasks is that the tasks get tougher. One day, she made another one of those requests. Thankfully you can buy almost anything in Lagos if you know where to look. This item required a trip to Lagos Island to the market called Jankara. No biggie. I decided to pop by on my way to work. I entered the market confidently, forgetting that it’s rainy season and the market is susceptible to flooding. I was almost at the area I needed to go to, when I was stopped in my tracks by a massive pool of water separating me from my destination. Frustration took on a new meaning.

People were wading through without so much as a by-your-leave.

God forbid.

Not I.

I looked about me. No way! If there was no alternative, my baby would have to be disappointed. No way was I wading through greasy, black water probably commingled with human waste and God knows what else. But I know the market fairly well and I was aware that through a labyrinth of inner alleyways, I could avoid the flood. But I needed a guide “Person wey sabi market; person wey know road” pass me.

I asked a market woman. She pointed out a guy and said he could take me. We began the journey but we got up to a point and met a locked door.

“Kosi ona.”

“Ba hanya.”

“Uzo agaro ya.”

“Road ti close.”

Basically, no way!

But I’d come too far and with each step towards success, I had become more determined to get to my destination. I felt sure there had to be another way. I saw a young woman and I asked her whether she “sabi” the way. She said “Yes” and agreed to take me.

We entered more “corner, corner” ways. Soon, we came out to the other side where I wanted to be. There was the shop I wanted across from me. No wading through River Jordan movement. I hadn’t risked my health and my clothes were still pristine.

I learned an interesting lesson. In life, “Following who know road” is important.

We are now in the heat of our electioneering and choosing leaders.

Before us lies a massive pool of failure in which we have all the rot that’s keeping us as a nation and a people from prospering.

We have the option of choosing who will lead us for the next 4 years at least. Isn’t it in our best interests at this time to “Follow who know road?”

Some will lead us to the locked door and hang us there. Some will insist on dragging us through the stinking murky waters because they are comfortable in the muck and by the time we wade through, we are worse than we started our journey. Perhaps, there are some who actually “know road” and despite taking us on an arduous journey through a labyrinth of alleys will bring us across to our desired end.

My co-Nigerians, make we “follow who know road.”

It’s our country and our lives that we are fighting for.

First, point is to register for our PVC.

Today is 18th June 2022.

Registration closes on 30th June 2022.

The End

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