"Odun nlo sopin o baba mimo. Fi eeso re so wa o, tomo tomo. Ohun ti o pa wa lekun o ni Odun titun, ma je ki o shele si mi o baba re"

So goes the lyrics to the evergreen song.
So goes the ever relevant prayers uttered by a group of Goodwomen.
So went the infectious tune into the ears of the young man through his white R5 earpiece.

A tune which lifted his spirit;
Transiting him to the realm of bliss where God reigns
Causing him to raise his voice in a carefree utterance of the song,
Thinking his rendition was perfect while not noticing that the lady, standing at his back in the quene, gently shifted backwards.
"Na so e dey start" had been the excuse that rose from her mind.
And she did not wish to be bitten by any madman at all.
For her village people seemed to posses cystal balls and elongated ears.
Two features that would ensure that the scene is properly documented.
A document which would be revisited in the future when any bachelor decides to marry from her family.

The tune lifted the young man
yet the tune also dampened his morale.
For he remembered that his resolution for the year had not come to fruition.

He had not still spotted a 'nwanyi oma' who would make his mind 'cooleee' like his mother had urged him to do.
He had not gotten the promotion, he desired at one and had not saved 'shin-gbain' for the empire he intended to own before 40.

He had not bought the dream car which he had plastered on the door of his wardrobe with starch.

He had not quit the act of secluding himself and poring over pictures of nude models.

He had still not gotten a better alternative to the constant Friday nights binge drinking with friends.

He had not paid a dime out of the 50 thousand naira pledge which he had made to God.

Hell,

His offering had not exceeded the regular 10 and twenty naira which were always roughly squeezed in his palm to avoid being seen by the ushers or fine girls who he always intended to 'chyke' after church services.

These were the lofty resolutions he set while in his room around 2am after the whole family came back from church service.
These were the lofty resolutions he had inscribed in his new 2017 diary while the fireworks kept on going off outside the gates of his family's home.
For his father, spanning from long years of fear, had ordered his little brother to go and set light to the fireworks outside his compound.
These were the resolutions he had vowed, would be met, while a spoon laden with fried rice was halfway in its journey to his mouth.

'Odun nlo sopin'
The year was racing to an end while his life seemed to be receding.
His bright flames of hope in owning an empire was being snuffed out by his personal wrecklessness.

Because of the looming sack, his lofty visions of lending to nations was being replaced by a vision of him carrying a placard with the inscription, "help me" while roaming the highway of Lasgidi.

Worse still, it was being replaced by a vision of him swallowing a bag of cocaine pills and then spending four hours passing them out as waste in the other county.
Much worse, it was replaced by a vision of him lying down on a hospital bed in a Malaysia; ready to sell his kidney.

While still feeling bad for his prospects in the future, the second part of the song rolled out and comforted him.

"Baba eleru iyin wa suure fun wa. Ani ka ri ona gbe gba lodun to wole"
A reminder that Jesus was the only one who could bless anyone.

A reminder of the reality that man's sole efforts do not always translate to excellence.
For there are some forces which lack atomic features and cannot be seen through the lenses of a microscope neither can a telescope unveil their vile faces in the skies.

Jesus gives man victory over such forces, and crowns man's efforts with a resounding success.

This was the person who the young man decided to meet.
The mechanic he decided to
entrust his entire mobility to.
The potter he decided to entrust his broken china to.
The light he intended to submit himself to.

For he had tried it his way and failed.
True.
He had tried to hold on to the wheel and had found himself in a ditch.

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