On his IG page this morning, Chude wrote;
"So, my car went into a huge pot-hole at about 2am today, on my way from
Akpororo's excellent show. And then three of my tyres - Three - went
kaput. Kaput. Metal on road. I kept driving for about 5 minutes until I
found a well lit place to park. I came out with my ipad and my phone,
and then a guy - he later told me his name is Fatai - emerged from under
the Empire bus stop bridge and asked what was wrong.
The to-the-point cliche about the exact kind of
person you should run away from when you're stuck on the road at 2am -
no one else with you, or around. I explained, and told him I was going
to get help. I already resigned myself to being 'obtained' on some
level. But then he said, it's okay, he would stand watch over the car
from me. He would keep it safe while I found a solution. And he did. As
did the taxi driver who helped me go round finding spare tyres all
around Surulere. Both of them became my guardian angels, telling me what
to do, helping me change my tyres, assuring me I'd be fine. It still
makes no sense to me, you know? It would have been more rewarding for
Fatai to take my phone, my iPad or something from the car. What
possesses a man who has no home, and hangs around bridges at night and
even has no phone l to choose empathy / even if in hope of a tip / over
easy theft? To commit to helping a stranger in the middle of the night,
and to keep his word? I am glad for the burst tyres. I seriously am. Any
experience that refreshes my faith in the human spirit is a gift.
Including my team members - three of them - who insisted on coming out
at 3am to help. Thank you, Jesus for sending me angels. I live for
moments like this!"
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