I understand the saying that the past is like a shadow—you can never run away from it.
That’s exactly the thought that came into my mind late yesterday. There I was seated before the computer, trying to update my blog and into my new newsroom walks my new boss accompanied by my old governor. If that’s a trifle confusing, let me attempt an explanation.
My new job is in the newsroom of a newly established news organisation. My new boss owns the new news company I work for. My old governor is the former governor of the state I left to come to take up the new job in my new location. Get the drift now?
In case you are still uncertain, the old governor is none other than former Edo state governor Lucky Igbinedion. He is kinda embattled at the moment, what with the anti-graft agencies seeking to come down the back of his neck like a ton of bricks for improprieties allegedly perpetrated during his term in office.
Point is, I thought leaving Benin City behind was same as leaving everything else behind. Since moving to my new location, I haven’t seen anyone to remind me of Benin City.
So how come the first person to remind me of where I left, the first person to strike that chord, the first person that I should run into should be the former governor of my state?
Is that my past? Or is this a one-off?
KAL HUAA HAMESHA HUMEIN PAKADTA HAI KYA?
Main samajhta jo baat vo kahte hai ki guzara huaa din ek sayaa ki tarah. Is se koi dhaud kabhi nahin sakta.
Yah sochna jo mujhe aaya hai kal. Main baitha huaa computer par, mera blog ko poori karne ki koshish karke, aur jo aata hai mere naye newsroom mein—mera naya maalik aur mera poora rajshri raja. Main bataaoon.
Naya khabaar organisation ki khabaarkamre mein hai meri nayi naukri hai. Jo nayi company ka maalik hai mera naya maalik. Mera poora rajshri raja hai jo rajshri se chala huaa main isliye main naukri kaam shoor karta hoon ki. Samjha ab, hai na?
Agar tumhein samajh nahin aata hai, poora rajshri raja vahee hai Edo state ka governor Lucky Igbinedion. Yahee ek ladaai ke beech mein. Anti-graft agencies ko uska gardaan mein jump karna chahie. Kis liye yah to daulat chor ki jab yah to sarkari mein.
Maine socha ki jab maine benin city se chala maine sab kuchh chod diya hai. Jab se maine pahunch gaya mera naya sthan, maine nahin dekha koi jisse benin city ki yaad aati hai.
To kaise ki pahla aadmi jisse jahaan main chala huaa ki yaad, pahla aadmi jo mar vah chord, pahla aadmi jisse mila mera rajasthan ka former governor chahie.
Vah to mera guzara huaa din? Ya ek baar-baat hai?
maine padh liya yah kahani mere dost ke saath. aur usne kaha hi jo ladkar dhaudta hai, vo kucch aur din ke liye jeekar ladta hai.
i read this story with my colleague. and she said, he who fights and runs away lives to fight another day.