Last Thursday night I ran out of fuel on Third Mainland Bridge.
11pm.
Phone at 2%.
No powerbank.
I want to tell you what happened next.
I pushed the hazard lights on and sat in the car.
Trying to think.
Cars were flying past me.
Nobody slowed down.
Not one person.
Lagos at night on that bridge is a different kind of alone.After about 15 minutes I saw headlights slow down behind me.
A danfo bus.
Old. Battered. One headlight slightly dim.
The driver came down.
Big man. Rough looking. Dirty shirt. Chewing something.
My first thought was fear.
My second thought was I had no choice.He looked at my car.
Looked at me.
Said "fuel?"
I nodded.
He didn't say anything else.
Just went back to his bus.
I thought he was leaving.
He wasn't.He came back with a small gallon.
Maybe two liters.
Old plastic container with a rubber pipe attached.
Like he kept it specifically for situations like this.
He poured it into my tank without being asked.
Without negotiating.
Without even looking at me for approval.I started the car.
It came on.
I came down immediately and opened my wallet.
I had ₦15,000 on me.
I held it out to him.
He looked at the money.
Then looked at me.
And shook his head.I thought he wanted more.
I told him it was all I had.
He said "keep am."
Just like that.
Keep am.
I stood there confused.
This man just helped a stranger on a bridge at 11pm and didn't want anything.I asked him why.
He leaned against his bus.
Took a long breath.
And said something I have not stopped thinking about since.He said in 1998 he broke down on that same bridge.
Night time.
Pregnant wife in the passenger seat.
No phone. No money. No fuel.
He said he sat there for almost an hour crying and praying.Then a man in a big car stopped.
Suit and tie.
Looked like someone who had no business stopping for a danfo driver.
But he stopped.
Bought fuel from somewhere.
Came back.
Filled his tank.
Refused every kobo he offered.
Said only one thing before he drove off."Pass am forward."
That was it.
Pass am forward.
The man in the suit drove away and he never saw him again.
25 years he carried those three words.
Third Mainland Bridge.
Waiting for his own turn to use them.I stood on that bridge and didn't know what to say.
This man had been holding onto someone else's kindness for 25 years.
And he chose me to give it to.
A stranger in a car he had never seen before.He got back into his danfo.
Gave me one nod.
And drove off into the night.
I stood there watching his one dim headlight disappear.
Holding ₦15,000 I couldn't give away.I sat back in my car for a long time before I drove off.
Thinking about the man in the suit in 1998.
Who had no idea what he started.
A chain of kindness that crossed 25 years and found me on the same bridge.I don't know who that danfo driver is.
I don't know his name.
But somewhere in Lagos tonight he is driving that old bus.
With one dim headlight.
And a heart that has been quietly changing lives since 1998.
Pass am forward.
*What are you passing forward today*?
Karma!!!!!
You will definitely reap something some day.
Depends on what you have been sowing!!!!
@yabaleftonline It think most men problem is not fashion. They only just want something they can put on and look presentable then they focus on the main problem which is money and other responsibilities
@yabaleftonline Abeg if the lady fit see my response, abeg make she help me send the 10k to my account 9024093930 opay. Make I show her how useful the money go fit be of help to me at this point of my life.
@instablog9ja@Dr_Pharouk Some years back wen I was school, there was dis time I was so broke dat even 1k would save my life. So I contacted my elder sis she said she didn't hv much but she could only help me with 1k. So she sent it and my bank (zenith bank) deducted 700 and gave me 300 make I use guide
I heard one gist today 😳😳😳.
A woman went to a herbalist some years ago and told him to tie a man to her forever. Not five years. Not ten years. Forever.
The herbalist did whatever herbalists do, tied the man, locked everything, and according to him, threw the key inside the river because “forever” means forever.
Fast forward five years later.
Madam called the same herbalist and said she wanted the man untied. She was no longer interested in the marriage.
The herbalist asked what happened.
She said the man used to work for a foreign company and was doing well. But the company folded, he lost his job, things became hard, and she was tired of suffering.
The herbalist said, “No problem. To untie both of you, bring three cows and ₦800,000.”
Madam agreed immediately.
That was when the herbalist became suspicious.
@instablog9ja Nigerians always believe that, taking more time to fix a problem attracts larger fee. And if you spent less fixing, they assume you're entitled to little or nothing.
Computer Village customer wonders if she paid ₦7k for an actual repair or an Oscar-worthy performance after a technician fixed her phone’s “No SIM” issue in 20 minutes. 😂📱
According to her, the repairer spoke plenty grammar, walked around with the phone for a while, returned it working perfectly, and collected ₦7k. Now she suspects oga only pressed one button and billed her for vibes. 😭
As the train was about to leave the station, a thief standing on the platform reached through a train window and grabbed a passenger’s mobile phone. Another passenger saw what happened and quickly caught the thief’s hand from inside the train. Soon, more passengers joined in and held onto his hand as well.
The thief couldn’t escape, and at the same moment the train started moving. The passengers refused to let go, and the thief ended up hanging outside the moving train, stuck in the same position.
The thief became very frightened because he could fall at any moment and lose his life. Out of fear, he begged the passengers to hold his other hand too. Surprisingly, the passengers helped even more and grabbed his second hand from inside the train.
In this way, the thief hung outside the train for about ten minutes. When the train stopped at the next station, the passengers finally let go of both his hands, and the thief ran away.
I married a s!πgle M0ther who has a 3 year old daughter. I promised her I would take care of her and her ch!ld. We later have 3 ch!ldren of our own.
No one could tell if I am not the father of my stepdaughter. I love her and trained her in the best university. She’s now a medical doctor and 27 years old.
When she told me she was getting married, I was the happiest man. I pa!d for everything that would make the wedding successful. The hall, food and dr!πks, wedding cake, engagement party,reception and everything .
So few days to the wedding my daughter told me she would want her bi0logical father to walk her d0wn the aisle and her mother supported her. This was the father that didn’t 0ffer any assistance to the ch!ld all these years, they met again 6 months ago.
After 24 years of my sw£∆t he wants to reap where he didn’t sow . I didn’t argue with my wife and daughter,I called all the vendors I paid to and C∆πcelled the arrangement and C0llected my money. I told my daughter to tell her father to p∆y for those things if he wants his daughter to marry on that day and I travelled out of the country. They are now calling me a w!!cked man. What’s your opinion on my actions – A Nigerian man has come forward to share how he C∆πcelled his daughter’s wedding because the groom’s father wantedè to take his glory, sparking debate online.
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I asked for her phone number since July last year, and she said she’d give me one digit every month to test my patience and see how serious I was about her.
After eleven long months, she finally sent the last digit today 😭😂
Now she’s asking me for 5k to refill her gas, and honestly, I’m considering sending her ₦100 monthly till it completes the money… just to test her patience with finances too 🤣🤣
Hope I’m representing the brotherhood well? 😭
@yabaleftonline Food select hands. When anybody cooks in my house, other persons are restricted from dishing food from same pot cus it would eventually sour.
@MrEazi105419 Honestly bro. That's why they keep on meeting good people to help them change their mindset. And if they still insist on being the "Wicked Person" then it's up to them. Wicked people see good things as a threat to their life.
A man once shared with me how he almost lost his job because he helped his brother secure a job in the organisation where he worked.
His younger brother had been unemployed for years, always complaining that nobody wanted to help him.
Out of pity, he spoke to his boss and managed to secure a position for him in the company. The boss trusted him so much that he approved the employment immediately without stress.
At first, everything looked fine. Then reports started coming in about his absenteeism, rudeness, careless mistakes and in fact so many excuses.
His boss called him privately and told him to talk to his brother before he destroys his reputation here. He did his best but his brother never changed. Instead he became worse.
One morning, the management finally terminated his appointment. The brother started telling relatives that he was sacked because of his elder brother's jealousy.