Just when I was enjoying and equipping myself with the training on media and communication at the Centre for Spiritual Renewal, I was asked to return to my community.
After biding goodbye to the Sisters and the Facilitators, I started my journey back to my destination. Mr. Robert Mawuenyegah, who was one of the Facilitators, offered to see me off and it was exciting as we walked through the scenery environment to the roadside; the company I never knew I needed. While standing and thinking about how I would walk to the main gate to take a taxi, the National President for the Divine Mercy Association, drove through and offered to give me a ride, how lucky I was. On our way, he spoke about his devotion to the Divine Mercy and the special benevolence that comes with it. “The Divine Mercy Chaplet is one of the fastest Prayer I know,” he said. He took me to the station where I easily boarded a taxi which took me straight to the bus terminal.
Fortunately for me, when I arrived at the bus terminal there was just one ticket left, I hurriedly purchased the ticket and as I was going to enter the bus, a commuter prompted me that I had been cheated so I turned back and went for my balance with the help of the commuter and returned to board the bus. When I got on the bus, the vacant space was the back seat which I despised so much but there was nothing I could do, so I sat hesitantly. Shortly after, the bus took off.
Still reminiscing the memories of the training in media and communication that I didn’t get to finish, I found this beautiful lady staring at me that at a point, I was uncomfortable, so I smiled at her and she reciprocated the smile. We both kept smiling at each other without saying a word. Finally, she summoned the courage to tell me how she admired Catholic Sisters although she wasn’t a Catholic. That was the beginning of my engagement with her. We spoke at length about the Religious Life and she expressed her desire of becoming a Catholic one day.
While on the bus and hoping I arrived safely, a passenger was also making a litany of complaints. He practically complained about everything, the fare he paid being expensive, the AC not working properly, the food he ate not being tasty, the driver moving at his own pace, and the list went on and on. It was overwhelming as I listened unknowingly.
After spending some hours on the bus we finally arrived. I smiled and alighted knowing I had an interesting and fascinating journey.
By Sr. Sheila Adombire, HHCJ (Sister Communicator)
