I thought I was buying eggs... Instead I entered a dog war
Eyo Jedidiah Precious@preciouseyo450605
17 days ago
SATURDAYS ARE FOR REMEMBRANCE…
And today, my mind chose violence.
It reminded me of one story I’ve been hiding since.
A story that is funny, embarrassing, and slightly traumatic.
But I’ll still share it…
And if you laugh, ehh, God is watching you. 😏
It was a cool morning, the type that makes breakfast feel sacred.
Mum sent me to buy eggs two streets away,
and as a certified African child,
I went joyfully because the thought of fried eggs alone can resurrect hope.
I was already close to the shop when I saw them.
Three dogs.
Looking like one happy nuclear family —
Father, mother, and child, just strolling.
But as you know…
A Nigerian will always behave in a typically Nigerian manner.
So I picked stones.
Yes, I did,
and threw at them.
Unknown to me, I was four feet away from their territory.
My people…
Those dogs planned a coup.
They waited for me at a corner,
and the moment I showed face,
They launched a full–time, hot–tempered pursuit.
You needed to see your storyteller take charge.
I ran as if my destiny was on the line.
The only language my brain understood was:
“RUN.”
1 vs 3.
Human vs three angry dogs.
No referee. No VAR.
At a point, I left the main road and created a brand-new pathway inside the bush.
But the dogs later realized I vanished from the paved lane,
turned, spotted my new route,
and continued the chase with renewed anointing.
Ahhhhhhhhh.
It was that moment I knew:
“Na me do myself.”
(I caused this problem myself.)
I ran till my lungs signed a resignation letter.
So I stopped.
Accepted fate.
“What will be, will be.”
And immediately I stopped,
The dogs stopped too…
looked at me like,
“Shebi you’ve learnt?”
(hope you’ve learnt your lesson?)
and walked back to their owner.
Meanwhile, that same owner had been shouting,
“Dogs, come back! Come back here!”
as if those animals were in a prayer meeting and ready to obey instructions.
After all the drama, she told me,
“But you shouldn’t have run na.”
(Meaning: “You shouldn’t have run.”)
Ehn?
“Na person wey wear shoe know where e dey pain am.”
(Only the person going through something understands the pain.)
But looking back now,
I laughed.
And I remembered something:
Sometimes life chases us like those dogs,
unexpected, aggressive, unprovoked.
And we run until we can’t breathe.
But the moment we pause and stand still,
we realize some battles lose power when we stop running.
Tomorrow is Sunday.
Go to church.
Pause. Breathe.
Let God meet you at that stand-still moment
where fear loses its strength
and peace finally catches up with you.
Because Saturdays are for remembrance…
But Sundays are for refuge.
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