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Quit Trashing!

Yunno, being kind and not necessarily harsh helps most times as you never can tell how God can use it to favour you.

Why this?

Sometimes ago, I boarded a bus, and the bus Conductor just kept toasting me.
For a fact, I hate explicit talks like that, especially with bus drivers/conductors. But that day I just tried calming myself down, by laughing/smiling along.

He kept talking and talking right from iyana Ipaja to igando and I kept smiling until I got down from the bus. Getting down was so relieving. But after that day, I realised something.

Anytime I got to the busstop (iyana Ipaja) extremely late, and his bus was next to load, he always gave me that preference.
Days when t-fare doubled and buses were few,  he'd secure me a space and  tell me not to pay as I wasn't a new person to him. But my conscience never allowed me enter without paying (even if I had to pay the original amount).

But today, there was no bus to igando at all. All the bus drivers were shouting "ikotun" "ikotun lon lo". Then he sighted me and said "customer you dey here?" And I was like no bus ni o...then he said "ha, I no dey go igando cos of holdup. But because of you, I go go".

So he spoke to the driver and luckily for me, the driver agreed. He then opened the front door for me and that was how I got a free bus to igando😭 (no no, I still paid him. I insisted😂).

But all this while guys, do you know he never brought up any dirty talk again?😁.

My point guys...show love to people around. No Matter how insignificant they seem. Be slow to trash people or speak rudely.

Thank you for reading my story. And to anyone who didn't, I love you more than you love yourself☺❤❤❤.


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