On Blessing?
Hey, hey, hey, hey friend!
“This Spotify Wrapped just shows they have your records and information…” my mom began, gearing up to give us a speech on data privacy and information.
“We want them to have ittt,” Ify interjected sending her words back and saving us from an episode of when you’re joking with your parent and they turn it into a lecture.
We then asked her: What’s on yours?
She spent the next few minutes passionately explaining that Spotify “must be wrong” because there’s no way someone she only listens to during her walks could be her top artist.
Mind you, she used to walk approximately an hour daily. Girl?!
On Blessing?
A lot of people pray to find money on the floor. Or for money to miraculously appear in their account. It’s not a prayer I often pray—because what are the odds? Well, it turns out there’s a tiny chance, and that prayer was answered for me.
On my way to my friend’s house, I had to take 2 connections, but thanks to Deutsche Bahn, it turned into 3. On the second connection, I sat next to an older woman. Two stops later, she got up to leave. I was moving to her window seat when I saw a €50 bill.
I quickly called her back since she hadn’t walked far, letting her know her money had fallen. She smiled, mumbled something in Deutsch, and continued toward the exit. I settled into her seat—and then I saw another €50 bill on the floor. Not one but 2?
This must be the result of singing “Everything na double double.” I haven’t sung that song in a while for fear that bad things might also start happening in doubles. But now? I might reconsider.
No one prepares you for this kind of answered prayer—the predicament of whether to pick the money up or not. I’ve heard stories of people picking money from the floor and turning to yam. I’m far from home, where they don’t even farm yam, but still… Could it happen to me here?
Behind every girl is her sister and her long-distance friends. I quickly texted mine.
“Pick it o. You cannot turn to yam in Germany. Another person will pick it, so otilor,” one friend said.
“Maybe pick it. Are there cameras? This is a test of integrity 😭,” said another.
“Pick ittt. Send it to me—a poor boy in Africa,” the third joked.
The consensus? Pick it. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to. I felt like I was being tempted. Like Julius in Everybody Hates Chris, I began calculating what I could use the money for - wig, new hair, flights, special groceries…
My friend was right, though: if I didn’t pick it, someone else would. But what if I picked it and gave it to the Deutsche Bahn office? It’s cash—how would they even find the owner? Shit. The owner. They were probably at home, losing their mind, retracing their steps. And there was no way I could locate them.
All these thoughts ran through my head as the train edged closer to my stop.
What if this was the devil tempting me, and I ended up like Eve? Or—hear me out—what if this was God blessing me for calling that woman back in the first place? maybe the older woman’s mumbling meant she was dashing me the money.
Who knew finding money on the floor would cause this much distress?
I’ll leave my decision to mystery. What’s important here isn’t whether I took the money or not. It’s that Deutsche Bahn’s disappointment turned out to be a blessing(?) in disguise.
(Song rec is Tems’s Found. I found money on the floor aside, it’s a really sweet song)
With razzle and dazzle,
Chidinma
Chidinma abeg😂