As I drove towards a junction in Oregun the other day, an unusual thing happened. I watched an old man, well advanced in age, hobble across the junction. In the mad rush that is Lagos, another driver might have made a meal of the occurrence, harassing the seeming octogenarian with blaring horns and a rev of his engine.
Unusually, the scene brought an immediate state of reflection upon me.
As I watched the man make attempts to hurry across the momentarily quiet junction, it seemed a futile attempt, laboured. His back was painfully bent and the trembling in his weakened legs were too evident. His only support on this journey was a short umbrella which he had converted to a walking stick, it really didn’t help him much, the length of the entire umbrella forced him to bend even lower.
I tried to imagine how he would have navigated such a task decades ago: with some graceful gait, a straightened back, most likely no form of support.
I was staring at the inevitable. A moment that if granted by God’s mercies, we were all sure to pass through.
This surely was a right of passage, this moment where man hobbles and limbers, trying to move along with the constantly rushing world around him.
We start off in a rush as kids, hurrying and screaming, trying to leave a mark in the world. Wondering why everything is so slow, asking if time probably had a cheat mode. We harass and scream at the world, wondering why established fundamentals exist. It most evidently is futile, but I will never discourage anyone from asking questions.
To some folks its an inconvenient truth, getting old. At my age its much too apparent, sitting around or sweating it out at your day job wondering if you’re where you planned on being a decade ago. Most of the people in my generation are asking themselves that question right now.
I’d rather not dwell, it really is futile. The old man sure asked himself the same question when he was my age, it didn’t stop him from hobbling across the road on this fateful day.
What we must is ‘Do’. Plan to and act upon doing. There really isn’t any other option.
I want to be the guy who a young twenty something year old looks at 50 years from now and thinks, “that guy rocked..”.
Maybe I’m asking for too much, maybe I’ll be left all by myself, self acknowledging my own awesomeness. But it still won’t stop me from seeking awesomeness NOW.
As the nimble old man went on his way, as I continued my own journey to my destination and in life, hoping to arrive where he currently was(probably in a better condition), I kept on wondering, contemplating how much I hated Lagos drivers……
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