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On a recent December 20th, I was to fly from Lagos to Accra with Arik Air. The reporting time was 17:45. By 17 hours, I was at the airport. However, outside the departure hall, I spotted people dressed in white shirts as airline employees, picketing agitatedly. The departure hall was choked with an unusual number of people. The Arik Air office was empty. Then somebody said,
Ah, it seems they are having problems. They haven’t flown the whole of this week. Their employees are still on strike today. Most people in the long queues you see here are their passengers.
Wow. I had to jump on my phone at once.
Eventually, I found out that I could not fly that evening because of Arik’s problems. I had to find somewhere to sleep and come back early in the morning. It meant more calls. Ilisan-Remo, from where I was coming, would be about 4 hours by taxi. How could I go there and return to the airport in time in the morning? So I had to stay in Lagos that night. But where? Which driver could I trust with my luggage and myself at that time of night?
My mind sped back to another night about twenty years earlier.
I was travelling to Nigeria by road. We had had challenges on the way, and I got to the border town after 6 pm. My luggage was spoilt. This happened because of border patrol and gendarme’s endless opening and closing and jostling on the road. I didn’t know how to get to my destination that night because most public transport would not be available. I found myself in constant prayer for protection, direction, and guidance.
Eventually, a young lady I met at the border town helped me get to the Nigerland Hotel in Lagos, where I lodged for the night. And this was because I had declined to spend the night at their house in the border town. I also declined Bunmi’s (I think that’s her name) offer to house me in Lagos at her father’s house. In spite of my refusal of her hospitality, early the following day, this angel was there, knocking on my door. She came with the equipment needed to help fix my bag.
This angel sewed my bag and took me to a place where I could quickly connect to my destination without extracting a kobo from me. Certainly, mobile phones did not exist back then! Since then, I often pray that God will richly bless her and reward her with eternal life. I also told God that I would like to see her one day.
So on this night, at the airport, I trusted God again. I realized that God is merciful. He can connect and orchestrate the events of our lives such that we meet the right circumstances. With the right attitude of trust and obedience, we would make it to the complete end of our destinies. Though, He is not the architect of the evil we suffer, He is willing and able to make every single one of them work towards the progress of those committed to Him (Romans 8:28). Those who are committed