Abuja. 2/21/2013
The taxi didn't stop early enough at the military check point leading to the Presidential Clinic as we were driven to my sister's workplace.
'My bullets run faster than your cab', armed man warns.
The cabby is profuse with apologies, and I, for no obvious reason, feels the urge to laugh, and do:-)
Armed man has a good nature, he joins in. The treat was mildly asserted but the massage was received.
'Doc, going to work?' He asks my sister. She responds. He wove us free to go.
Sometimes, the way a thing is said makes almost all the difference. Phrases, dipped in sweetness or harm triggers the course of perceived jitters or calming responses.
My long leave started today and I am already so restless that I followed my sister to her hospital, I am an On-call Lawyer in a hospital today:-) My job? Cleaning her hospital-provided accommodation and moving her furniture around. :-)
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