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Yesterday wasn’t the funniest of days for me. I had woken up early like I’m used to. Along the line, I decided to go buy an electric pressing iron at a popular multi purpose chain of stores.
I just was tired of wearing vests. But my shirts needed ironing. It was a day I wanted to be a Lagos boy!
When I was ready to go out, I looked for the bunch of keys which I didn’t have any inkling of where I had put it in the first instance. I just kept guessing where it could be.
I first searched the clothes I wore the previous day. All I could find there were the few bills of money that was remaining and my debit and credit cards.
I never knew the seriousness of the fire on the mountain until I checked the bag I took to work and discovered, to my ultimate chagrin that the bunch of keys wasn’t there.
I then searched practically everywhere in the house, still no luck. In the process, I overturned most of the things in the apartment.
I even stooped so low as to poke my fingers into the waste bag. All the things in the bag were taken out, all to no avail.
I then decided to go out and leave the door unlocked. I was in the process of going our through the fire exit when I reasoned that if I did, I might not be able to enter unless I happened to have met another tenant.
I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. I must be at work later in the day.
So, I went back to the apartment to listen to some Baba l’Egba, Baba n Gani Agba and Hadji Costly. Rather than being in low spirits over my predicament, I was just wishing a fraction of today’s musicians should be as philosophical as the old ones.
Even though I had turned over the mattresses on the chairs in the room and yet i could not find what I was looking for, something just told me to look in between the settee.
And behold, sitting there were the keys and my bus ticket which I wasn’t looking for, anyway!
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