Mornings are special to me, especially watching the dawning of one. I think its beyond magical how dark and gloomy everywhere is from the remainder of the night, then come in the sun rising in all its beauty and glory, capturing every form of darkness left in its wake *sighs*. But mornings are even more, they are like messengers that hearald new hopes, fresh mercies and opportunites.
On my way out one particularly beautiful morning a few months back, i boarded a bus en-route Oregun (you know all those rickety rackety buses that look like they have been on the road for a 100 years*rme*) While trying to adjust to my very uncomfortable situation , I heard a voice…the voice was so distant yet so familiar(just so u know I never forget a voice, a face name it I’m that bad LOL)i was shaken by it. I struggled to locate the face of the voice, it didn’t take me to long though as I found out the person was my primary school french teacher Ms Okoafor. I was shocked! I had not seen this woman in years!!! She was one of my favourite teachers plus the fact that she taught my favourite subject made me love her even more at that time. But that wasn’t enough her personality endeared her to me and everyone else. She was(and still is) such a beautiful person in and out. I loved her hair LOL! In short I loved everything about her. She always had this way of reaching out to her students and made each of us feel individually important. She never used the “rod of correction”(alias Mr DO GOOD) through out the years she taught me(which was an added plus *grins*) There was no such thing as a dull french class, no Sir!! not on Ms Okoafor’s watch! Her energy would always engulf the atmosphere it seemed(deep right??). I saw her as a role model and wanted to be like her, and there she was in the same vehicle with me, looking as i remembered her. Nothing had really changed except from the fact that she looked really old, but that’s good ‘cos everyone gets old right?? Now here’s the main trip, I didn’t say a word to her….ikr…..how is that possible?? I mean this was someone that played a major part in moulding me, and i had not seen her in ages. A normal, well thinking person that has a good head on her would scream and hug or do something like that…..but not me…I just sat in my corner. Somehow it seemed like my ability to talk or express any form of emotions was on some kind of hold through out the bus trip. I just sat there with this woman no further than a row ahead of me feeling like the ground should open up and swallow me, whilist heaping loads of curses on my own head. I finally highlighted at my bustop….. I felt so terrible mehn, infact terrible doesn’t cut how i felt that morning.Eventually the incident ended up destabilizing my entire day.
Fast forward to two days later, on that same route, I got in a much better vehicle for a change, a cabu cabu (haha lagosians know what am talking about) and as fate would have it(but thinking of it now it wasn’t just fate having it, i’d like to think it was preordained) I heard the same sweet voice and at that point I knew what I had to do, I knew the right thing to do and I wasn’t going to let that moment pass me.So I finally voiced out “Ms Okoafor??” and then she turned way my looking quite confused(I didn’t really blame her, i mean its not everyday a stranger calls your name in public). So I said “Its me ma Onyinye Obi_Obasi” and that finally hit *big smiles*. She was so elated to see me, I was personally surprised at the way she responded…(thinking about it now at the moment I have this stupid smile on my face*rme* LOL!!)We talked a lot and reminicised a whole lot more. When she asked if I was still as good at french as I used to be, I zoned out….ROTFL…My ambition of being a french linguist had been abandoned along the way somehow I really don’t know…hehe…but I think I just might pick it up! I had such an amazing time with her that it almost got really emotional when I got to my stop…It felt like a huge load had been lifted up from my chest and i could literally walk on sun shine at that point!
Then it hit me…everyday we wake up,its almost like we’ve been born again. What happened the day before ceases to exist, because its gone. You cant bring it back…but a new day gives u the chance to take a fresh look at things, redo your choices and even make better ones(something i’d like to call every day resolutions :D). Like having second chances given to you every single day of your life by the Creator. There’s no such thing as”its too late”….infact I think its only to late when we say it is.So the question now is… WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU WAITING FOR?????