Until I knock somebody.
My colleague in the office has been teasing me for my lack of exercise.
You need to keep fit.
A young man like you needs to be agile. Rubbish.
I know myself ooo. Walking is my thing. I enjoy walking with music in my ears. It helps me to relax and think things through.
Although, before now most of the trekking was directly linked to lack of urgent 2k. But now God is blessing us, amen. Amen.
But the habit has not died. I love to walk, trek and stroll. I use that time to admire the different Benz-s in this Asaba.
Five and six. Garri and soup. Asaba and Benz.
Finally, it’s peer pressure that will kill us in this generation. I succumbed to pressure and decided to run. Early morning we move.
For fitness, for culture and for bragging rights. Let’s do this.
So I left home on DBS Road just a bit past 5:30AM. Usain Bolt no do pass me. Small thing I was close to DDPA Estate. Wetin dey happen? Why am I running so fast?
I already had Summit Road on my mind, from there I will hit ShopRite. I’ll circumvent the Mall’s fence and enter Okpanam Road. Midwifery is the target.
Today na today. The glee on my face when I will recount distance covered. Even if I don’t run again for this 2021 I have tried.
I was barely seeing Interbau Flyover and virtue had already left me. But I was overdosing on aspire to perspire so I couldn’t quit.
Omo, I dragged on and by the time I reached the flyover, the spirit was telling the flesh, ” you no go rest? I go leave you comot ooo!”
So I respected myself and stopped. It would have been a very tired death.
The first respondent to the scene will just meet only my wrist watch. No phone cos I left my phone at home. I’m still mourning the forgetting of my earphones.
I hailed a keke immediately. I need to go home and bow my head in shame. My first attempt at participating at the IAAF just failed.
The strain on my windpipe was too much. I just took it to places it has never been before.
*Breathing like someone a mad dog chased, and almost doubling over*
“DBS”
“Enter”
That’s how I now entered ooo. I didn’t know that Keke man hadn’t completed his sleep before coming out that early. Man was driving rubbish. I didn’t notice.
Gbessss!
Mafooo!!!
Keke haff jam Toyota Crossover C-HR. Compact High Rider. 2019 Model. Hybrid engine. Mbaka!
If you watched Akidi (a Nollywood oldie) there’s a scene late Sam Loco said, “bombu dahana gbuwai, ma ọfọ ma onye ji ya nhasa”
Chai, 2 seconds ehn, everywhere maranma. Both me and the keke rider we vooom.
Vooom ka nma karịa statement.
Oh dear Lord I ran. Before the man could park his SUV very well to come out and speak grammar. Two of us haff na rie.
I entered the road beside Villa Toscana, from there I can meander back home. I was running without looking back.
Until Kalu Joshua Emmanuel called me on phone. I was dreaming. Hei God it was all a dream. See premium sweat.
Guy, God bless you. Wait, did you actually call me that early to tell me you have a date in the evening?
Mtcheeww.
I Need To Exercise More
