Sunday, May 06, 2007
The most surreal thing happened to me tonight.
I had driven home from a Committee of Relevant Art (CORA) meeting and was waiting for the security guard at my home simply known as “Baba” to open the gates. It was dark as the Power Company had done the expected. The gates opened and I drove in, I noticed Baba wasn’t alone, which wasn’t extra-ordinary, he sometimes has guests.
As I came to a halt, engine still running and headlamps illuminating the guard-house, I got a better look at his visitor and thought there was something familiar about him. I looked and looked, not getting out of the car, the car still idling. Then I stepped out. And asked Baba in a friendly manner who his friend was. Baba said, “this one na my brother. E no dey hear”.
It was the “deaf and dump” (sic) guy whose picture I had taken on Adeniran Ogunsanya Street a few days before (scroll down blog) and whose haunting look had disturbed me so much. I guessed he might have been Baba’s different relative or someone he knew from his hometown hence the tag, "brother".
I asked to take their photograph and they happily obliged (Baba on the left), the car's headlamps as our "camera flash". He didn’t remember me from the last photo incident. I showed them the photos taken and "our guest" made signs/sounds of pleasure. Surreal.
So my brother and my countryman has come where I live. His name is Mohammed. And I wonder, is there a reason for this? Of all the homes to come to, he came to mine days after I took a photo of him on a busy Lagos road. As Wordsbody asked, what have I done for him? What can I do for him? Does this 2nd meeting mean I am destined to do something for him?