Boredom is such a funny thing, It starts like very small, like a soft knock at the door, and before you know it, you have opened the whole house to it, I have had a lot of random boredom moments in my life, but there is one that will forever remain the definition of "what was I even thinking?”
So it was one of those slow afternoons where absolutely nothing was actually happening, no light, no interesting chats on my phone, no gist, nothing, the kind of day where you sit on your bed and feel the boredom crawling up your skin, I remember looking around my house and feeling like the walls were closing in on me, so I did what any smart bored person would do, I decided to go out, see there was no plan or reason, i just moved.
So now i told myself, let me just take a walk and get fresh air, but the problem is, once I just started walking, I didn’t stop, I just kept going and going like somebody that didn’t have a home training or direction , and then before I knew it, I had trekked from my house to a place that even commercial bikes usually complain about, It was not until I got there that reality tapped me lightly on my shoulder like, “Shey you know you are far from home like this?”
Then I remembered, my purse, ah! I didn’t carry it, omo....I didn't have any money on me , which means transport, not even pure water money, just my phone and my the yeye boldness that I thought I had.
Immediately, regret entered my mind, youu know that regret that comes with bit of shame and small anger at yourself? that one, my legs were already complaining, but Omo i had no choice o, so I just had to trek back home under the hot sun, wishing I could teleport, every step I took felt like a reminder that boredom had really played me.
By the time I finally reached my house, I was so tired, hungry, irritated, and questioning all my life decisions in that moment , see that was the day I knew boredom can push somebody to act like they are possessed, it wasn't funny o.
Since then, I have tried to get better at fighting boredom, so Instead of allowing it to carry me to unknown destinations, I find something small to do, watch a random video, clean a corner of my room, write something, or just sleep sef, anything is better than trekking kilometers without any money or any better purpose.
See the truth is, boredom will always come no doubt, It is just part of being human, but I have learned that it is better to control it before it now controls you, because once boredom starts giving you ideas, just know that trouble is near.
Now, whenever I feel that kind of familiar restlessness, I just remind myself of that long, foolish journey that I took, and as God would have it, that memory is still very strong enough to keep me inside my house with peace, no wahala in form of boredom can come and now make me to walk the Israelites walk, cos that's what it was then.
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