One sunny day, while feeling sunny on the inside and walking determinedly toward the bus/stop in order to board a bus to keep an appointment, something caught my attention, fully! Fully in the sense that I had earlier noticed it but gave it nothing more than a glance! In addition, as I drew closer, the inscription on the number plate caught my eye-‘The Pride of the Federal Republic of Nigeria’- and it immediately dawned on me that I was astride what could pass as a motor vehicle!
It looked like the product of a restless mind nay spirit, impatient with the stunted potentials of the Nigerian state. It seemed to resonate the belief that given the required time and resources, Nigeria could put her own car, indeed her very existence back on track. And the vehicle itself was a bold statement- its body, I think was made from aluminium or some derivative, put together here and there; reflective of may days work at a panel beater’s, for its shaft system, an improvised network of water pipes were employed as well as other parts that must really be seen to be appreciated. Couple this with the futuristic space shuttle like shape of the vehicle and you have in your palms, a blue-print of development and growth for the present and years to come!
I immediately set out in finding the inventor, maker or fabricator (which ever term catches your fancy) among the gathering throng of onlookers. I found him, crouched, fiddling with one of the tyres. I introduced myself to him and requested his permission to tke photographs He said in the Yoruba Language-”Oruko mi je Kenny! Se journalist le yin je?” ( My name is Kenny! Are you a journalist?) I reply in the negative but tell him I’m interested in his work. He grants my request and I began to shoot away! So here, my good people, are panoramic servings of something that has the potential to cause a drastic change for the country( my only regret was using my phone’s camera):
Now this is the part where you could decide to pull out a gun and blow me to smithereens! And for good reason too. After taking those shots, I walk up to Kenny and we exchange telephone numbers. However because I had an appointment to keep and was really pressed for time, I thought I successfully saved his number on my phone. I discovered later in the day that I had not. Mortified and speechless, I have since done penance and have not stopped pricking myself for committing such an egregious mistake!
So please join me in keeping fingers crossed, in the hope that Kenny contacts me soon. Until then I promise to keep pricking myself!!!
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