People will tell you to always follow your mind. For some people, it works, for others, it doesn't. I woke up late that day and was angry with my phone that it could not even do just one of thee five functions I had assigned to it. It had failed to wake me up. I quickly took a bath and ate a light meal. I looked at my sparse wardrobe and wondered which cloth I was going to wear. I had an appointment to meet up by 2pm and I wanted to look professional. In the end, I opted for my sky blue shirt. It was the best option and my least liked. It was long and required me to tuck it in. I want to go to some other places before the appointment and I mustn't look to professional there. I reached a compromise and decide to fly the shirt for the first appointment and tuck it in for the second. After all, man must chop.
I set out and endured the ever busy Abuja traffic. I got to the first place and concluded my business. Despite my compromise, I still looked over dressed and it didn't really help my quest there. But everything went well and I left about 12.30pm. I still had all the time before my next appointment and I decided to walk a little. A little exercise won't kill me. After walking a while, I stopped around a tree and tucked my shirt in, I knew I may not get the chance to do it. I finished and started waiting for a bus. They weren't forthcoming and the few that came by did not want to stop at that point. I decided to walk to the nearest recognized bus stop. I walked for about 15 minutes and was approaching the bus stop when I saw a guy sitting down listening to something on his phone. I passed by him and seeing that he is a northerner, I greeted him in Hausa. He responded and I kept on walking. I had just taken a few steps when I heard
"oga!"
"oga!"

I ignored the call and went on.
"oga!", he said again.
I turned back to look at him. I figured that he want to ask for money, I would just show him my near empty wallet.
But he just pointed to my back. I tried to turn and he pointed to his own behind. I half turned to look at my behind and saw something blue sticking out of my trouser. I put my hand to trace it and I realized that my trouser was torn along the stitch line. I quickly composed myself and thanked him. I drew my shirt out and let it fly and thanked God that I was wearing a long shirt. I used my hand to check and noticed that the shirt just barely covered the place torn. I walker steadily to the bus stop.
I tried to think how long the trouser had been torn. I remembered that I had tucked it in about 20 minutes ago. So, for 20 minutes, I had been walking while backing the flow of traffic, my trouser was torn. I imagined how all those commuters who were passing would have been smiling and laughing at me. I was quite funny, I even smiled. Anyway, I started to think of how to go back home. I looked at my watch and saw that I still had about 50 minutes before the next appointment. I wasn't going to give up just like that. If I did, how can I say am a Nigerian. I took the next bus to Wuse and searched for a tailor who mend the trouser and I took a another bus back to the place of appointment. I arrived just 2 minutes late.
I learnt some lessons that day.
1. Don't ever trust ready made plain trousers.
2. Don't ever trust ready made plain trousers.
(the trouser was new.)
3. Follow your mind. I had wanted to trim down the shirt the previous day but did not because I could not find a tailor.
4. Greeting people is not a bad thing. You never can tell. Had the guy not pointed the flaw out, I would probably had realized too late or even worse, not realized at all.
5. Try to never give up.

This cracked me up!

Nice Epistle, but you didn't tell us how much the tailor collected.
*innnnncoommpleeeete* shikenan ai