Living on a Hill
I live on a hill. Climbing up the hill to get to my house feels like hiking and it's super stressful. For people that have a car, it's usually nothing to them. However, for people like me, it's a hassle and one of the annoying things is that the public transport stops at the foot of the hill and I would still have to climb up the hill. On one fateful day, I was climbing the hill (to my apartment) with my friend Simisola Obanla. As soon as we started climbing, she started praying and telling God to send a car, or make one of the persons driving by, give us a drive. Few minutes into the prayer, nothing happened. After the prayer, cars kept passing by and none stopped. There was this particular car (driver) that was looking at us like he wanted to help but still, he did not stop. It was like God did not answer the prayer. After a while, the driver that looked like he wanted to help us, drove back to pick us. He explained that he wanted to pick us but there was no space in his