I never knew honest people still exist.......

I would sleep at my friend's place tonight. I left my house very late this night, i was preparing what I would eat when I get to their house. It's late already, they would have emptied their pots if at all they prepared dinner. I had just two hundred and fifty naira with me which I'd use as my transport fare to their house but I wanted to maximize the two hundred and fifty naira since it's my last cash.

Instead of taking bike from the estate gate, I decided to trek to the junction, at least it'd reduce the cost of transportation. I got to the junction, a bikeman was there already waiting to see if I'd call on him. I went to him and told him where I was headed,

"I'm going to , how much is it?" I asked.

"na 200 bro" he replied without looking at my face.

"200 as how? Na 150 naira i get I sharply replied.

Normally, it won't take me 30mins to trek from my junction to Edetalen but it's late already and Edetalen is vividly ahead of us, it's not supposed to be more than 100 naira but because it's late already the bike men increased the price.

I looked away as if trying to flag down another bike when he later responded.

"You get change?"

No o, Na two hundred naira I get I answered back.

He urged me climb on and we'll look for how to change the money when we got to Edetalen. It wasn't upto 7 minutes and we were already at Edetalen. He stopped at the front of a roadside lady that sells fried potatoes and Akara. He asked her to sell him Akara worth fifty naira but the lady didn't have change also so he didn't bother to patronise her again. I collected the two hundred naira from him and checked a shop nearby if they had fifty naira change but they didn't too.

The bikeman was a bit pissed. He asked me to give him the two hundred naira so he would go elsewhere to look for change. I gave him the two hundred naira to look for change and that's how I stood for over ten minutes waiting for this bikeman to return my fifty naira change. In other to keep myself busy i decided to buy fifty naira akara from the girl. The young girl selling bread by the roadside was already laughing at me. I wouldn't have cared about the fifty naira anymore. It's something I could give him but I wanted to see if he'd return the change. One of my ex-housemate came to buy bread from the young girl, I narrated everything that happened and how I'm still waiting to see if the bikeman would return. I was there for close to 20 minutes without any trace of the bikeman.

Wow, so this guy ran away with my fifty naira? People Sha 🤦‍♂️, I silently thought to myself. I was standing at the front of my friend's house, stretching my neck and shining my eyes brightly, looking out for the bikeman but he didn't come so I decided to forget the money and go inside. I already turned my back when I saw someone that resembled him, I looked back and behold, the guy came back. He was also looking for me. I waved him over and he handed me the fifty naira change.

I was glad he came back. At least he proved me wrong that good people still exist in this country. He explained how he went back to where he carried me from just to make sure he got the change for me. I thanked him for his honesty and collected my change. That's how the writeup for this night came up.

I wanted to write about something different but tonight's event is worth sharing with everyone. I still believe that there are good people out there, just be good to others and good things will continue to happen to you.