Martins Yanatham Dickson writes:
Do you ever witness news, videos, articles, or photos that you believe it's good and rich for our blog?, or do you have a true life story that you would want us to feature on our blog; Adamawa Celebrities News? Kindly submit your stories, pictures, and videos to us now via Email: firstname.lastname@example.org, or WhatsApp: 08051600130Connect on Social Media: @adamawacelebritiesA little while ago, at 3:55pm to be precise, I strolled out of the Yola International Airport departure terminal launge to check on my daughter who brought lunch for me.
Her mother and I were starving as we barely had breakfast on the assuption that the Azman flight to Abuja would arrive on schedule at 1:00 pm and depart an hour later. It was not to be. We checked in since 11:00 am.
After eating my lunch inside the car, I headed back to the terminal. As I approched the entrance, I heard a voice from a distance of about 50 to 60 meters away calling me…. Honourable, Honourable! I turned around looked towards the direction of the caller. He was in the front passenger seat of a mimi jeep that looks like a RAV4 or Hyendai.
The car stopped. The man continued to yell Honourable at least three more times while still waving his hands. I waved back again. But because I was facing the four oclock sun that obscured my view, I was unable to identify the person that extended so much interest in me. Traffic had already build up behind the mini jeep. I thought it would be unfair for me to walk to the car and start a conversation with a person that I did not even know. It would only extend the already forming gridlock. I smiled at him waving back and walked in to the terminal building.ADVERTISEMENTADVERTISEMENT
A few minutes later, a Government House protocol officer attached to the Airport called me and said: “Did you know, you just missed His Excellecy? Which Excellency? I enquired. He said: Governor Bindow. He just returned from his trip and he was the one who stopped for you, calling you and waving at you.ADVERTISEMENT
I felt bad. Terribly bad and feeling silly, but humbled at the same time. This was the second time the Governor would stop his convoy in the middle of the road to talk to me, even though the airport episode was more or less a chief executive of a state teaching us humility. There were no seirens and pilot cars and security. It was just a friend at the wheel and you could not tell that the Governor was a passenger in THAT THING.
That is humility.