I should get home first before I write about this but I fear that the feeling with which the incident that spurred this writing struck me may sink away. And I am not in for the loss of this.
In the past week, I remember, ISWOTmedia intended to release another of their _Halal videos_ that taught the etiquette of saying ‘Subhanallah’ whenever there came upon a Muslim any form of suddenness. Though, I, key among the dramatists available, wanted to ensure the video was shot that day when the concept came but we couldn’t due to the intensity of light. I travelled soon afterwards and the video is yet, not shot. I didn’t know I was approaching a test of what I was going to preach and this happens to many of us everyday.
Some twenty minutes ago after I spiritlessly alighted from a bus that brought me to Oshodi, Lagos, where I will board on another to Abeokuta, I was in a hurry to find my relief bus. To relax my tired arms that have ceaselessly passed to each other the load I had. It dared not cross my mind to use the overhead bridge as I calculated my might to last me only as long as find a bus in the moment, neither did it the law that punished non-users of the bridge. I crossed the road at once.
Barely had a walked on than two lanky men approached me from nowhere. I didn’t even notice them. For all I care I was as easygoing as a snail. Both had black googles on. The leader of the the two, or so it seemed, forced me to turn from behind while he said “You’re under arrest for crossing the road directly.” I was completely stupefied that I didn’t know how I said ‘Subhaanallah!’ I was going to say I’m sorry, that I didn’t know. But on hearing what came off my mouth, he immediately became relaxed and different. He said ‘You fear God better than you fear me, be on your way’ and he left. Subhanallah!
The onlooking roadside traders started to congratulate me and assert how fortunate I just was. ‘You’d have paid what you didn’t have today and spend your day behind bars’ one said, ‘Go back and thank him’.
Funny though, I noticed that I have regained all of my powers after leaving the spot. I walked to where he was and found his boys bringing in two other men that had just been captured. The younger was crying already. I said Alhamdulillah. I walked to him and made du’a for him. He was even going to pay me for that but I insisted otherwise.
All the way back to find a bus, I was reflective of how what I was going to preach earlier in the past week saved my day. I’d love to think that this piece does not only go beyond saying the right thing at the time, beyond the reward, what you learn and what you teach, beyond representing what you say, it is about how simple right things can help your life.
© Abdulalim Ajenifuja