One Sunday afternoon, my phone rang and on seeing the caller’s ID; I knew it was not one call I wanted to answer. Interestingly, I was in no mood to talk. But after calling repeatedly, I decided to pick up and hear what the caller had to say. It was my roommate who called to drop a bombshell. I was lounging that afternoon, our room was under attack – it had been burgled.
I was tensed as I rushed home to see for myself. On getting to the room (scene of crime), I saw a thoroughly ransacked room, it was heart breaking. The room was turned upside down but the invader(s) made away only with my valuables (my laptop computer and my piggy bank). My roommate lost nothing to the burglary – nothing that belongs to her was carted away.
At that point I told myself: ‘Babe, you can’t continue to stay in this house’, though I had no place in mind for shelter but I knew that the house could not just give me what shelter is, anymore.
I called a friend to ask if I could put up with her for some time and she said ‘no problem.’ After three days of squatting, she started showing attitude and itemised reasons why I can’t stay with her any longer (for the remainder of my time as a corper), you know? Normal girls’ things.
It’s the day of our weekly meeting on Wednesdays known as Community Development Service (CDS). And because I needed solution, I had to talk to one of the members of the CDS about my predicament as homelessness was staring me in the face. I am hapless
In the real sense of it, I wasn’t expecting a solution from him, but I just needed to talk to someone around. He told me there is a vacant room in their lodge, that all he needed to do was speak to his boss. Since my days are numbered in the town, it should not be a problem – his thoughts. WHAO !!!
This is someone I rarely talk to in the CDS, the first time we spoke was two months earlier before this turnaround conversation, when I gave him something I noticed he would need since the material was wasting being with me.
Lo and behold, he called two days after the meeting that the keys to the room had been released and I could move in when I want to.
To the koko of my story; A Yoruba adage says ‘Àìlè sòrò ni ìbèrè orí burúkú.’ Keeping mute when one ought to voice out is the beginning of self-destruction’.
Talk to the reasonable people around you when you are in need of help, you never can tell who could be of help to you. Don’t keep that idea to yourself, lend a voice to it. Share with people and you’d be amazed at how far you’d go.
And don’t forget this: ‘Good begat good. Be good to people around you, because you might need them someday.
There’s a caveat: ‘Don’t be too dependent on someone, people are not always what they seem to be.
Patience is a virtue.
Olofin, Bimpe is a guest blogger