O lord, why do you stand so far away?
Why do you hide when I am in trouble?
“Should I run or stand and fight these goons?”, he thought
to himself. Joseph had left the hotel very late, because he
could not sleep throughout the night. The annoying dream
he had every night kept disturbing him. He had a massive
migraine all through the night, and even his pain relievers
couldn’t save him from the throbbing headache. When he
finally slept around 4:30am, thanks to the annoying love
telenovela he watched, he woke up very late to the heavy
knock on his hotel room door.
When he opened the door, he met a beautiful young lady
wearing a loud makeup and an annoying smile. Ohh! he
has a big distaste for smiles.
“Your time has expired sir, I came to ask if you would be
taking the room for another extra day” she quickly said to
the yawning Joseph standing in front of him clad in his
customized American flag pyjamas.
“Nope!! I will be leaving in an hour” he said and closed
the door not willing to hear anymore of her croaked voice.
It really sounded like that of frog to his eardrums, the girl
must have sang all night, he concluded and dismissed the
thought immediately from his head.
He dragged himself lazily to the bathroom to have a quick
shower, though still sleepy.
“Its was just four hours extra, can’t you guys forgo it?”, he
argued with the receptionist after the petite young lady
had told him he would have to pay extra money before he
could sign out from the hotel.
Amidst grumbling and murmuring, he paid the extra cash
and made his way to the gate where he got a cab,
“Oshodi, or do you know any other place where I can get
a bus going to Ondo town” he had said to the cab driver.
“Hmmh Ojota will be preferable but it might cost you
more sir”. The cab driver responded trying to convince
him though considering his own personal gains too.
How he wished he had not accepted the offer made to
him by the cab driver, he had been there for close to two
hours, yet the bus was not full.
After spending a total of 3 hours at the bus stop plus
paying for the extra one seat remaining to make the
journey fast rather than waiting for the person to come for
another extra hour, the journey back to his parents’ house
started…. Well, he soon fell asleep due to his lack of sleep
earlier and the hold up at the Redemption camp area
along Lagos-Sagamu express road, only to be woken up
by the shouts of “Come down!!” Oh no!! his bus was being
attacked by armed robbers.
“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want… Though I
walk through the valley of the shadow of death… He that
keepeth Israel never sleeps nor slumber”. Lying flat on the
ground, he muttered some prayers for the first time in
As a trained FBI agent, he slightly raised his head and
scanned his chances, “Wow I am lucky”, he said to
himself. There were only four of them, one of them who
seemed like their leader was sitting inside the bus with a
small axe in his hands, while the other three were busy
searching and ransacking the people lying on the ground
if they had any money on them. Luckily for him it was his
turn, and the robber who was to search him was holding
an AK47 rifle, the other two only had locally made pistols
“Hey!! You stand up, kneel down and raise up your two
arms”, he was ordered. The unsuspicious robber walked
up to him, letting down his guard and searched him. Just
as the robber bent to touch his pocket, he disarmed him
with the skills only a trained agent could exhibit, with
calculated moves he shot at the two other robbers and
ran into the bush, he could hear several shots, aimed at
him, but he was a fast runner. He ran, fell, stood up and
nd kept running. It was dark already and he had nothing
on him except his purse. At least he was lucky to have
that at the back of his jean trousers.
He finally found his way back to the main road, where he
tried to stop some coming vehicles to assist him. But the
gun he was holding and his bloody cloth scared them
away. He desperately need a ride, and he did not even
know where he was, plus the time said 9:30 already. He
decided to take the bulls by the horn by walking down the
road, maybe he would be lucky to meet a good
“Hello officer, I think you need help”, said a beautiful
woman probably in her late forties. She looked like a
nurse judging from the white dress she was wearing…
“Thanks so much ma, am really grateful”.. He said to her
when she dropped him in front of his street, Igbo Oja
The woman that picked him was travelling to Ile Oluji so
she was definitely a good Samaritan indeed.
“Please make sure you treat that wound so as not to get it
infected soldier”, she said as she smiled at him and
drove away. He had lied to be a soldier who was
travelling and his bus got robbed. “Well it is half truth
anyway”, he said as he walked home without the gun, as
he had disposed it immediately he entered the woman’s
“Its me Dare” he said, after knocking on the door.
“Jesus Christ!! What happened to you?” His mother
screamed as she opened the door.
“Hello mum… I was in the kitchen when you called. What!!
How? Not again… I told you not to listen or respond to his
arguments again… Okay ma, weekend. I will call you
before I sleep”, she dropped her phone in exasperation as
her mind raced back to the information her mother had
just related to her. Her dad was just too head strong, he
never considered his health whenever he engaged his
wife in hot arguments, sometimes on unnecessary
matters. The last time which was two months ago, her
dad had argued that Donald trump would win the
American election coming up in November, while her
mother had countered him saying Hillary Clinton was the
best candidate for the seat of the world president. They
had argued for long hours until her dad had to stop due
to his usual attack resulting from high blood pressure…
Now it was bring back our girls campaign versus Buhari.
“What a couple”, she scoffed. Her mother was a lawyer
who had dropped her profession for her passion as a
writer, and her dad, a retired lecturer in philosophy.
“I hope he is not going to die this time around”, she
thought out loud. Just then fear enveloped. But there was
little she could do, her mentor was on his way to her
place and her roommate, Jibike would arrive from her
visit home that very night. Even if she left the key for
Jibike, her mentor had called that he was on his way
already. It was his first time of visiting her during her
service year in Ondo state, and the journey from Sagamu
to Ondo was quite a long one. She sighed and resigned to
“Is anyone at home?”, she heard a familiar voice. She had
been asleep for over an hour, awaiting his arrival.
“I am very sorry sir, I dozed off”, she said opening the
door for him. Doctor Paul Akinjuwon had been her mentor
for close to two years. She had met him at the first
semester leaders’ retreat. Her spirit had clung to him, and
when she walked up to him after his wonderful message.
He simply accepted and had since been a blessing to her.
“Erhm give me two minutes sir, let me serve your food”,
she said while serving him cold bottled water in a tray.
“Oh thank God, can you please switch on the fan” Doctor
Paul said, as the Power Holding Company restored the
power supply. He had just eaten one of the best meals in
“Dear, I must say you are a good cook, and the man that
will marry you is a lucky man”, he said smiling. He had
taken his seat on the only plastic chair in the room, while
Jadesola sat on her bed.
They reminisced on past issues and finally settled on the
issue of her family, she opened up on several issues
bothering her, amidst the discussion she became
emotional, and tears flowed from her eyes.
“I can’t loose him just yet, he is just too young to die”,
she expressed herself, while doctor Paul stood up from
his seat and joined her on the bed. She needed a hug and
bit of comfort with encouragement he had thought.
As he sat down beside her, he pulled her close to him
and pat her back, he found himself doing more than
patting as his mind created images.
“He will be alright”, he said in almost a whisper as he held
her chin with his hand and did the only thing on his mind…
Almost immediately, her door flung opened and the duo
were jolted back to reality at what they had done and who
had caught them in the “very act”…
O lord, why do you stand so far away?