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Caladan Brood @The_McCoy

11 days ago

I swear no danfo driver in the history of this country has ever muttered the words, "pass am forward."

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@Drweloveu

11 days ago

Last Thursday night I ran out of fuel on Third Mainland Bridge. 11pm. Phone at 2%. No powerbank. I want to tell you what happened next. I pushed the hazard lights on and sat in the car. Trying to think. Cars were flying past me. Nobody slowed down. Not one person. Lagos at night on that bridge is a different kind of alone.After about 15 minutes I saw headlights slow down behind me. A danfo bus. Old. Battered. One headlight slightly dim. The driver came down. Big man. Rough looking. Dirty shirt. Chewing something. My first thought was fear. My second thought was I had no choice.He looked at my car. Looked at me. Said "fuel?" I nodded. He didn't say anything else. Just went back to his bus. I thought he was leaving. He wasn't.He came back with a small gallon. Maybe two liters. Old plastic container with a rubber pipe attached. Like he kept it specifically for situations like this. He poured it into my tank without being asked. Without negotiating. Without even looking at me for approval.I started the car. It came on. I came down immediately and opened my wallet. I had ₦15,000 on me. I held it out to him. He looked at the money. Then looked at me. And shook his head.I thought he wanted more. I told him it was all I had. He said "keep am." Just like that. Keep am. I stood there confused. This man just helped a stranger on a bridge at 11pm and didn't want anything.I asked him why. He leaned against his bus. Took a long breath. And said something I have not stopped thinking about since.He said in 1998 he broke down on that same bridge. Night time. Pregnant wife in the passenger seat. No phone. No money. No fuel. He said he sat there for almost an hour crying and praying.Then a man in a big car stopped. Suit and tie. Looked like someone who had no business stopping for a danfo driver. But he stopped. Bought fuel from somewhere. Came back. Filled his tank. Refused every kobo he offered. Said only one thing before he drove off."Pass am forward." That was it. Pass am forward. The man in the suit drove away and he never saw him again. 25 years he carried those three words. Third Mainland Bridge. Waiting for his own turn to use them.I stood on that bridge and didn't know what to say. This man had been holding onto someone else's kindness for 25 years. And he chose me to give it to. A stranger in a car he had never seen before.He got back into his danfo. Gave me one nod. And drove off into the night. I stood there watching his one dim headlight disappear. Holding ₦15,000 I couldn't give away.I sat back in my car for a long time before I drove off. Thinking about the man in the suit in 1998. Who had no idea what he started. A chain of kindness that crossed 25 years and found me on the same bridge.I don't know who that danfo driver is. I don't know his name. But somewhere in Lagos tonight he is driving that old bus. With one dim headlight. And a heart that has been quietly changing lives since 1998. Pass am forward. *What are you passing forward today*? Karma!!!!! You will definitely reap something some day. Depends on what you have been sowing!!!!