On his IG page this morning, Chude wrote;
"So, my car went into a huge pot-hole at
about 2am today, on my way from
Akpororo's excellent show. And then three
of my tyres - Three - went kaput. Kaput.
Metal on road. I kept driving for about 5
minutes until I found a well lit place to
park. I came out with my ipad and my
phone, and then a guy - he later told me
his name is Fatai - emerged from under
the Empire bus stop bridge and asked
what was wrong.
The to-the-point cliche about the exact
kind of person you should run away from
when you're stuck on the road at 2am -
no one else with you, or around. I
explained, and told him I was going to get
help. I already resigned myself to being
'obtained' on some level. But then he said,
it's okay, he would stand watch over the
car from me. He would keep it safe while I
found a solution. And he did. As did the
taxi driver who helped me go round
finding spare tyres all around Surulere.
Both of them became my guardian angels,
telling me what to do, helping me change
my tyres, assuring me I'd be fine. It still
makes no sense to me, you know? It
would have been more rewarding for Fatai
to take my phone, my iPad or something
from the car. What possesses a man who
has no home, and hangs around bridges
at night and even has no phone l to
choose empathy / even if in hope of a tip /
over easy theft? To commit to helping a
stranger in the middle of the night, and to
keep his word? I am glad for the burst
tyres. I seriously am. Any experience that
refreshes my faith in the human spirit is a
gift. Including my team members - three
of them - who insisted on coming out at
3am to help. Thank you, Jesus for
sending me angels. I live for moments like
this!"
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