Yesterday,staring at nothing, leaving my body behind as I drifted into different thoughts yet thinking about nothing in particular; various bus drivers rushing to make their morning rounds, school children shouting, arguing and excited about a lot and nothing I know of, everyone keeping to themselves as they are trying to make their way to their morning destination.
A hand tucked in my bra strap that had wiggled it’s way out of the covering of my sleeveless dress and was now resting on my exposed shoulder…
“pfft..why are you touching me“, i thought to myself, refusing to say thank you…
”you know better, you should be nicer”, I said to myself,……
“well, it’s just one of those days when your just not in the mood, it’s allowed” I replied
Listening to myself and not content with my excuse, I went ahead to discuss a little more ..
“…you shouldn’t touch strangers just like that, it would have been better if she just said” “excuse me, do you mind if I help you tuck in your strap properly”..that is a better approach”
With my “I killed it” smirk on my face, I “high-five” myself as though I had laid the perfect acceptable excuse for my attitude and not so welcoming manners…still not content I finally gave in..
”yes I should have just said thank you, it was a kind gesture from her heart and she just wanted to be kind, whether or not she did it according to the way I would have wanted her to, she was just being nice” i said to self….
How do I remedy this now….it would be awkward to say thank you after like a couple of tangible minutes had passed……
”hahahaha! Oh you have come again” I said to the voice within,
“yes why not , you love stuff like this” the voice replied
I was a bit reluctant as the inner self suggested to ask her for her number or just ask her to be friends someway …”she will think I am weird, she may think I am gay..do I say jokingly that I am not gay after asking her for her number and to be friends?, she may think I am one witch that has been sent to get at her..you know how Nigerians can just be funny about things”, a couple of other thoughts raced through my mind.
I dug into my bag, pulled out a book and a pen that I bought just before I got on the bus as I felt the need to just have one in my bag….I waited another two or three minutes wondering if I should really go ahead with this,
“if I don’t do it she will just think of me as a snub on the bus and never really remember me again unless our paths crossed..that won’t be such a bad idea to leave it that way but naa I don’t want that”. i thought again
Just after she finished a short conversation with the guy sitting beside her, I turned slightly to get a good look at her face while I spoke and I started this way.
“You have a nice diction” I said
“sorry ?” she replied, she didn’t hear what i said as a result of me trying to keep my voice low in other not to draw other people’s attention..
” you sound very well, you have a nice diction” I repeated, thinking to myself “what are you saying!!, you don’t even have game, you sound well?…pfft” as though I was a guy…..lol
“oh!, thank you very much”
“do you want to be friends?”…. I am not really sure if that surprised her as she didn’t wear any other expression on her face other than a slight smile…
“where do you work” I asked?
We had a brief conversation and realized we had a few things in common especially concerning her ultimate career goal and work area.
She was pleased with the few shared details and said… “yes we should definitely be friends”, she happily wrote down her number on my book
“Let’s see how the friendship goes” I said smiling, we said our goodbyes as we went to our different places.
After work hours we spoke on the phone exchanged more contact details and both shared interest in spending our lunch breaks together and this is how I made a friend on the bus.
I got to my destination feeling very happy, with so much joy radiating on my face, I was content with my day if it were to end . I felt accomplished for the day really..lol, I was indeed happy.
Today, making my way down to my destination, I saw an elderly lady across the street, probably in her 50’s wearing an orange jumpsuit that has “lawma” written on it, doing my happy walk as I was happy for reasons I can’t place my finger on, I crossed to the other side of the road and greeted her in Yoruba with a smile on my face,…she responded smiling back.
“Is it okay if I help you pack the dirt” I asked not really sure if I meant it tho..lol..
“ah! no o! She exclaimed, she had a smile on her face(probably wondering why a sisi(young lady) will be greeting her like she mattered and then offer to help her pack dirt. She was pleased and prayed for me as I went about my day.
Again I was so happy, doing my happy walk.
I guess what I am trying to do is appeal to the good in you, to encourage and ask you that as you go about your day, make the day easier for someone else, care about the people around you and even when you are having a blue day, learn not to take it out on other people and most importantly keep your environment clean, don’t throw stuff on the floor because they might just be an old lady that you are making it harder for her to do her job.
There is so much happiness in helping others and there is so much excitement when you push yourself to do things out of your ordinary everyday life schedule, don’t be a robot. You will be surprised how making other people smile and feel important will go a long way in making your day a brighter one. I didn’t actually do anything out of the ordinary, anyone can do what I have done, whether you call yourself an introvert, outgoing introvert or whatever, it’s just all about our ability to push ourselves out of our comfort zones.
Learn to carry out random acts of kindness, be humble and never look down on anyone unless you’re helping them up.
So today, tomorrow and the next make some friends, help a stranger, give your food out or share with an homeless person, compliment a stranger, be kind, be nice and also teach someone else to do the same.