So the other day I was so excited when I arrived at Southgate
station enroute to my dad's house. It brought back so many fond memories of
raising our children there. I formed a lot of deep relationships in Southgate
with great memories. As we got out of the station and waited for my brother
inlaw to pick us up, I started to film the area with my phone. A Jehovah
witness was nearby and saw me and said 'You have a nice smile' and I said
" Thank you" but continued filming because I wasnt interested in
what he had to say.
He went back to his spot. My brother inlaw soon arrived and we
excitedly made our way to his car. I asked my daughter if she wanted to put her bag
in the boot and she said "no thanks" she will carry it. So we made
our way to my dad's house who lives about 40 minutes away. Got to my dads house
brought everything out of the car but noticed my bag wasnt there. Immediately I
realised that my bag with all my cash and shopping money was left on the bench
that I had been sitting on outside Southgate station. I forgot it. You can
imagine my thoughts. My holiday was over. I was in panic. I couldnt think. I
screamed. I cried. I said, "I am in London but why does this feel like a
Naija movie?
My brother inlaw decided to go back to the spot and see if the bag was there.
I wasnt hopeful at all. Hmmmm a designer bag with lots of money in it. No way.
He left and went.
I phoned my best friend Ngozi, who told me to trust God and pray
and that I should call her when I find my bag. In that whole process I was
confused and wondered how on the earth I could have done a such a thing. I mean
a bag is something that is attached to a woman's hip. I began to pray and pray
and pray. I kept ringing my inlaw but at one stage he stopped answering his
phone. I waited for over an hour to get a response.
That guy that saw me at the station saw the bag and tried to
hand it in at the station. They wouldnt take it because they said it was found
outside the station. His name is Michael. He looked in my bag and saw my business card which had my
UK address and began to make his way to my former business address but I wasnt
there. To cut a long story short, another Jehovah witness escorted my brother inlaw to
Micheal's house and he gave him back my bag and not a penny was missing. My drama ended and
I was able to enjoy the rest of the day with my family. I found Michael recently and really thanked him for returning the missing bag.
There are still some really good people in this world and prayer
really works. To God be the glory.
Life lessons
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Dont write people off. They may be your guardian angels
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Be careful with your belongings especially when carrying a lot
of cash
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Pray at all times and trust God
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Always appreciate others
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Have integrity especially when no one is looking
