Hey people. My posts these last few days have been neither here nor there. I don't know if my service providers are affected by the scarcity but service has been extremely poor. The WiFi connectivity is dead. It doesn't work for hours and then for about 5 minutes it does. That's how I've been able to put up the few posts I did.
Last night I struggled for hours with the internet. I have some things I need to handle outside town and I knew I'd be out for the weekend. When I'm not working I'd be in my hotel room so I tried to download as many movies and series as possible, to keep me company in my solitude. I even called Uyi to suggest some good things I could watch. This kept me up till 2am. I finally gave up and fell asleep. At 3am I heard noises. Not to go into details but there were armed robbers in the house. And they were in the living room. We later learnt they were five.
It was probably the scariest moment of my life by far. I called the emergency lines over a hundred times, each time some bored sounding person would ask me to calm down and reassure me that officers have been dispatched. They eventually showed up well over an hour after I made the first call. While it was still ongoing and different scenarios flashed before my eyes I quickly ran to pull off my bum shorts and wear a pair of jeans and a boubou. I beat myself up thinking that it was my fault, because in the evening I went grocery shopping and I thought I must have left the door unlocked. But then, even if I hadn't locked the door, it's the type that cannot be opened from outside without the key, so I was very confused. In the midst of this panic I got a message on my phone from Chocolate's Mum. This was past 3am and a very unlikely time for anyone to send messages. It was a breakdown of Psalm 23. This came at a time when I could do was pray anyways. So I calmed my nerves, read the message and prayed.
I thank God no one was harmed. We learnt that cut the barbed wires and came in through the window.
Well I've been up since then and had to reschedule my flight. I'm so thankful to God for his mercies. Everything is fine.
I've got this friend I love dearly but who happens to be the most pessimistic person I know. She has the kindest heart yet the most pessimistic mind. When we talked this morning the first thing she said was "They are going to come back". Who does that please? I immediately replied saying God forbid! And she tried to convince me that they would. Imagine that.
Likewise, when my family member was passing through some major challenges and I needed all the hope I could get, she outright told me "it is going to fail". It gets tiring, having one of the people you love the most constantly tell you that your worst fears will become realities and point out reasons why anything you do will fail.
In truth, she's also this way with herself. She refuses to travel and hasn't boarded a plane in years because she believes without a doubt that whenever she does, her plane will crash. She's constantly thinking and expecting the worst. I have tried to talk about this severally and she says she cannot help herself. She also says expecting the worst means that when it does happen, she will not be too disappointed. I've tried cutting off from her becasue of this but while she's literally the most pessimistic person I know, she's also the kindest and easily the most selfless. Yet, after telling her about the ordeal this morning and the first thing she said was "They are going to come back", and still try to convince me that they would, I'm left with a bitter taste in my mouth. How do you best handle people like this?