Diary of Empresskitee

If only for a day

I sat quietly in the bus, waiting patiently for it to fill up. The afternoon sun was harsh, yet the world moved on like it didn’t notice. Just ahead of me, a woman was frying puff-puff by the roadside. Her little son stood beside her, curiously watching the oil bubble, while a baby rested on her lap.

A sudden thought crossed my mind—what if that child mistakenly falls into the fire? I quickly shook it off, rejecting the image with a silent prayer.

Turning to my left, I noticed a barrow pusher lying inside his barrow, half-asleep, waiting for customers that might never come. I sighed, feeling the heaviness of life all around me. Not far from him stood a pure water seller, her tray balanced on her head, her legs trembling slightly—clearly worn out from walking the streets all day.

I took a deep breath.

If only I were rich, I thought. I would help them all—every single one. Then another thought came. What if God made me president for just one day?

Ha... Omo. I would fix the roads, build proper schools, stabilize the ever-failing power grid, and bring down the unbearable cost of living. I would make Nigeria a place where people breathe a little easier.

But who was I fooling?

Here I was, struggling to earn my daily bread, counting coins, and praying for small miracles. I closed my eyes and whispered a quiet prayer.

God is still on His throne. He's watching. And somehow, that gives me hope.