Can I walk with you?

  My first job ever was as a bank teller. Before I could touch other people’s money though, I had to go for a short training. The training school was located in vibrant city of Lagos and, for someone coming from the hinterland, I found the hustle and bustle of Lagos a shocker! I am not an early-riser but my alarm clock was set two hours back so that I could catch the bus by 5 and be at the school gate by 7.30. As you would’ve guessed, I hated it much and my single prayer was to be posted to any city but Lagos. I remember one morning, as my bus meandered through the narrow back streets of the city, we drove past a sedan with the dome lights on. A mother was at the wheel and her three children in school uniforms were at the back. One held an open Bible and another was reading from a book that looked like a devotional. Bless the woman’s dear soul! As she rushed to beat Lagos morning traffic, she made sure her family didn’t start the day without observing quiet time, even though I doubt