The Beauty of Conversations
On a Monday morning, I hailed a tricycle to get to my destination. Seated in the passenger area was a young lady. She was dressed smartly in a multicoloured shirt tucked in her skirt. She sat upright, focused on the path which leads to her destination. She had a small bag resting on her lap. On the bag rested both of her arms holding a long note just like one I own.
The best line I could think of to start a conversation: 'Are you on teaching practice?'
'Yes', she responded in a snap without looking my direction for more than a second.
'How did I know. . . ?' I voiced excitedly.
'Because you saw the long note in my hand', she responded with strong assurance.
'Anyone can hold a long note. But somehow, you seem like someone on teaching practice, even with less consideration of the book'.
Further in, I learnt she is a student in my school; of the same department I am in; the same unit, even. But in the cadre just after the one I'm in.
A man joined the ride, after about a minute, or two, away from her destination. He was bald with uneven grey hair and black on his head; the former being more obvious. He asked immediately the young lady dropped by the school: 'Does she teach at the school?'
'No sir. She is a teaching practice student', I responded. 'Why do you ask, sir? She does not look fit to be a teacher?'
'No. I finished from the school. Since then, I haven't met any of my class mates. Your conversation brings those old memories from school'
I kept mute. But couldn't hide the smile of amusement.
We rode together for the next five minutes. Until when we parted, he talked about how old his alma mater has existed. We spoke about why the bond amongst secondary school mates seem more intimate than in higher education. And also how he wish he could visit his alma mater to relive those old good memories.
'Your conversation made me excited', the man said. 'Until we see again some other time'.
✍️A man's Monday morning turned blissful because he listened and was listened to. That could only be the reason the next person smiles and embrace hope.
Make someone's day (weekend) memorable. Let your speech be filled with Grace and #Hope!
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I have been to several events of late. The highest number of groups present are always secondary school mates. Even if, say the couples, have obtained higher education. Why is it so?
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