#Nikesh-Writes

  Photo by Ayoola Salako on unsplash. https://unsplash.com/@salakoay_ola (Continued from Traveling-in-December 1 ) But when it came to a burial program the age of the deceased would decide the mood of the program. If the deceased was not an aged or elderly person, then it would always be a ‘painful loss’ or ‘gone too soon’, not the usual ‘celebration of life’. It was a usual thing for the kids not to be present during the main program. They would play around and leave it for their parents and elderly ones to attend. Then they would resurface during the Reception program when it was time to eat. This was another reason why kids loved December. “Burial Rice” Uncompleted buildings;  During every long journey, we would always drive past uncompleted buildings. If you never ever came across uncompleted buildings, then the country had changed for good. Some would stand strong without ever being completed; one would think that their owners had forgotten about their existence. There wa...

  Photo by Ayoola Salako on unsplash. https://unsplash.com/@salakoay_ola It was always the same experience every December. There was nothing unique about travelling; nothing special about embarking on long journeys during such a period. Road users;  The insane ones always over-speeding as if someone had assured them of a spare life; in case they lost theirs due to reckless driving. Then the sane ones, who understood that they only lived once, and drove with a high level of consciousness, knowing that other road users like me; were plying the same road. Cyclists; I’ll call them sub-road users. These set of people were the ones whom I never liked for once. To me, every cyclist had one kind of force moving him/her. I’d always had unfortunate encounters with many of them who were never precise and lacked correct judgment while riding. Always breaking the rules and regulations, riding on pathways meant for pedestrians, swerving dangerously on highways, driving without headlights at...

  I met Keshia Johnson in Tannersville; Pennsylvania. She was the CEO/Manager of an ever-growing and reputable children’s daycare, and she also ran verification for some higher authorities.   From her job description; you would know that she had nobody’s time; not even me. The day I walked into her office, it took her about 45 minutes of moving from one place to another, to actually sit down and talk with me.   “I can’t employ you” she said; “you’ll be leaving for your country in a few weeks time, so there won’t be any need to train you for the job which I do.   Every other person would have gotten up to leave; but I sat, staring at her directly in the eyes; and then I spoke;   “I’m willing to do any other thing for you aside working in your organization. I’m ready to work”   “Do you have the strength to work?” She asked; an indication that I was in for something tasking. I nodded affirmatively, and that’s how I started working for Keshia.   I never kn...