The Last Bus Stop
Emeka got a job interview in Victoria Island. 9am sharp. He lived in Ikorodu. That’s war.
He woke up 7am, thinking “Ikorodu to VI is 1 hour.” He entered danfo at 7:30am. Driver said, “VI direct.” Emeka relaxed.
Traffic at Berger happened. Then 3rd Mainland Bridge happened. Then a broken-down truck happened. By 8:45am, they were still at Maryland.
Emeka’s chest was tight. He called the HR: “Please, I’m stuck in traffic.” She said, “We can’t wait. 9am is 9am.”
8:55am. Bus conductor shouted “Last stop!” Emeka jumped out at CMS, started running with his CV in one hand, shoe in the other. Sweat was doing baptism on his shirt.
9:03am. He reached the office gate. Security said, “You’re late. They finished interviews.” Emeka wanted to cry. 3 months of sending CVs, gone because of traffic.
As he turned to leave, one HR lady rushed out. “Emeka? We had a cancellation. 9:15am slot just opened. Come fast.”
He ran inside, breathless, sweating, but he smashed the interview. They hired him.
On his first day, his Oga said, “We picked you because you showed up even when everything said ‘don’t come.’ Lagos will test you. But people who run to the last bus stop get the job.”
*Moral: Don’t quit because you’re late. Sometimes your “last bus stop” is where your miracle is waiting.* 🚌
