My alarm rang at about 4 a.m. and after an hour, I got out of my bed and headed for the bathroom. Simply because I’d reset the timing and pushed the alarm up an hour farther. Don’t blame me… lol
Am I running behind schedule? Uhmmm maybe not, not today at least he’s on time this time and no one will have to wait on him (like seriously??).
Travelling hasn’t been a major when it comes to my hobbies. I’d rather find myself in places I wanted to be at in one nanosecond just like the Rentaghost guys in the old drama series, think I’d be better off, but no way!! Get on the road boi this ain’t a darn movie.
So I hopped in the cab, headed for my boss’s house and there I was, waiting at the gate like a gardener who’d just arrived work early. I didn’t wait too long before my boss’s wife came to show me through the gate. I got in the office, picked up one or two, met with the associates and swoosh! We hit the road. Kanke here we come (Have I been there before? Uhmmmmm… Maybe).
I was at the back seat with my boss strapped to this seatbelt (seatbelt on the backseat are you kidding me?? And I’m like …whatever, Nigerian factor…lol) and as usual, my boss always has something to say in that big mighty brain of his, Einstein’s kinda brain i.e, he’d say stuff that sometimes makes me wonder, how’d you know all these things anyway? And sometimes when I talk, I kinda sound like him in a way (a cool thing actually). We got pass some familiar places we couldn’t ignore and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them either, like our popular Sector 8 (sounds like a movie name doesn’t it), a dream we almost made a reality through one of our clients’. It could still happen someday though (on a positive).
Sector 8 is a modern city my boss and I designed as part of a proposal for the Greater Jos Master Plan with a Dubai kinda feel (without skin friction though) but all else conforms which could have been a break from the norm on this side of the map. Well that’s that for Sector 8. Some kilometre’s further and next up we’re at Mangu, again another signature; masterpiece, only this time, it was something we can all see and understand and we drank to it, to all to the excitement and after a couple of smiles amidst convos of fulfillment, we kept on with the journey. It was the Mangu Local Government secretariat designed by my boss.
Hmmmmm tis been a while… For quite some time now I kinda lost it. More like I lost my mojo, I couldn’t write, couldn’t make music, not even my crony (diary) could feel the gentle brush of my pen breathing it’s warmth through its cold pages at midnight. I became rough on the edges. Everything was breaking away, from my hair down the bottom of my sole running deep inside, underneath my skin where beauty lies. Happiness has since relegated from my face now lurking in the shadows, I couldn’t find her. Days came, nights passed and all I had to do was keep a poker face, I was so cool on the outside but no! Not innate not there, that’s what cushions the blow… I was bruising gently… and easily… Yeah I had that too, dusty Bible? Huh! Productivity wasn’t anywhere near me and I closed my lashes more than I worked. But this journey would soon change all that. 😦
Some few weeks before now, I began picking up the pieces little by little and yeah, the images in my mirror were becoming more like me and began to make some pretty sense plus I could recognize ‘em, but what am I doing right? Is it waking up early and going for morning mass? It was doing it subliminally; maybe, well I took no cognizance of it really. So even before we got to Mangu I saw myself doing stuff I use to do a couple of years ago. I’d drink to the atmosphere; keep my ears glued to the ground tryna find the next white rapper…lol; gaze at every billboard, take the words and flip ‘em backwards, think about my life, hobbies, and me in the future. I was doing all that and the last time I checked, it was about what, a year ago? …maybe less, but that was me right there tryna take back what’s mine – my soul, my happiness.
Of cause I dozed off at some point during the journey, but for the most part, I was ‘wide awake’ like the song by Katy Perry that gets me tryna discern folks on the road each time I walked pass ‘em while playing in my head (so much love that song, yeah aight and the singer too…). 😉
Anyways, we got to Kanke, took some satellite images and some of the dilapidated structures called the secretariat amongst other buildings within the premises and in 20-30 mins we were done, can I please say ‘we was done’? Thanks, makes me feel better… So we left for the next stop, did every we had to, and began the journey back to Jos where we’d started and by 4 p.m. thanks goodness Lord, we were at Madam Calabar already rocking her plates with spoons and forks… yup yup we was in Jos, we was back home.
Tis a quarter pass 2 a.m. and I’m pressing my keyboard joyously, forming words from the abc’s locked in my long head moving in random motion and mehn tis so refreshing. I can’t believe tis me writing again after such a long time and I remember thinking through while on this wonderful journey about how awesome it feels whenever I write, I described it as talking to the one that really matters – my diary, in one of my pages. But my good friend and inspiration when it comes writing, Ngovou, says it keeps her sane. Isn’t that just picture perfect? The best way to say it and I believe it too.
When I travel, I sleep more, but this time I took a trip and drifted off the beaten path albeit a bumpy ride and still got the best outa the worst situation, I’d give up anything in the world to have another trip just like this one again…
The automatic snapping out mode, the wild thoughts, the unconscious act of day dreaming, all didn’t do it for me. The trip did. It brought me back to life, brought me back to who I am, and yeah…, it brought me “Ma Mojo Back”!!!…
These are wild thoughts that run through my mind twenyfour-seven, wild thoughts that could make or break me, wild thoughts locked inside of me… inside snowballminds!!! 😉