The freedom of his lips he fully exercised moving from severe criticism of government to a detailed recap of a robbery incident which had occured at a first generation bank the previous day. He lamented the patently obvious ingenuous acts of the police for which they couldn't nip the robbery attack in the bud.
Adesina {although totally indifferent}, could not forcibly block the waves of his thoughts (the driver's) hugging tightly his eardrums. He sat impatiently on the rear seat of the car rehearsing in his mind the words, phrases and clauses he would weave together to free himself of an impending Query again at work. The knack he once owned for punctuality back in school he couldn't boast of at his work place.
Aside this little & tiny flaw in an otherwise perfect character, his boss and colleagues respected him a lot for his mental prowess. Like any other progressive, he held close to his heart a dream of his name enshrined in the Nigerian legal hall of fame. So, he landed no choice but to put his nose to the grindstone, graduating Magna cum laude in Law from the University of Lagos, proceeded to the Lagos campus of the Nigeria Law school, sat for and passed the bar{after those back-breaking hours and an interminable year of study} .
Now as a newly-sworn in attorney at Willie & Ogar investigations, the gene for punctuality as though they were, he must induce again,
he had to theorize earnestly in his mind how to send lateness to coventry. While the driver's mouth kept leaking, he was completely absorbed in his own thoughts.
However, the driver, out of his arguably-amusing sense of humour, made a witless WISH to God, a wish {only if he had known the meaning}for a postcognitive ability, to look into the past, "I wish the hand of the clock could be reversed so the events of this robbery can be grasped and
the robbers nabbed" He said loudly.
Oh ! what a pea-brained thought, he laughed himself out as the traffic lightened up gradually.
The driver's thought as pea-brained as he had tagged did not spare Mr Adesina of a slothful use of his intellect as well. He relived the past about his father's death, the circumstances around which it occured, and how a profession which he would later be in league with had failed to light the dark spot of his death.
PS: THE WISH is a fictional story I am writing based on man's quest (even until now) to travel into the past so as to unveil the mystery around numerous events in our lives. However, this insatiable dream/wish to travel into our various pasts will always remain a WISH in as much
our past can noot be altered.
April 2013.
