We are what we perceive

Going to the beach is always fun. Even if you make the trip on a low budget, getting soaked by one of those incoming waves always brings excitement to even the most occupied of minds. The euphoria you get when that water hits you comes from the tide of water the waves bring.

While doing some idle reflection, I decided that the rush with which the waves hit the beach shore have a certain corrolation with the speed with which conclusions are made. This thought process connected me with a time in my work life when I had this particular senior colleague that places a high emphasis on information. My viewpoint at the time was kind of different but the link was that our individual outputs impacted each other indirectly. Unlike him, I operated on a “need to know” basis.

There was this one time when a major blunder could have gotten out of hand if not for his maturity, a good reputation and the Man Upstairs. The intriguing part of the backlash (well part of it) was a comment made by an ‘oga at the top’;

“and I wasn’t even aware…”

Over time, I have come to the assertion that the kind of information you have is what actually drives your choices, your decision and above all – the perception you hold onto.

I got another treat from the Misus some weeks back. I got to relax, ignore other users, do small ‘ITK’ on Facebook cause I played passenger that day while she did the driving.

We had to get to one of the ministries in Ikeja as early as we could muster. We had another car behind us that I was meant to direct them to another part of Ikeja on a cold call. All through our drive from Lagos Island to Ikeja, the other car just managed to keep up – at least that’s what I was made to believe because there were so many:

“I don’t want to lose your people following us”,  coming from the misus.

The interesting part of the drive occured just after 7up main gate in Ikeja. We were on that long stretch of road that will take you right across the elaborate car park that is meant to cater for Alausa visitors and staff (if it gets finished)

We had gotten to a point where madam wanted to overtake this land cruiser jeep that was moving as though it was a well made ‘knock off’. It was a clean looking metalic colour vehicle that just would not go past this gentle cruise mode its driver had gotten comfortable with.

She did one shunt to the other lane but had to stop when the delivery truck in front of her wasnt going any faster as well.

After patiently horning and asking why the guy would not pick up his pace (I forgot to put ‘im’ somewhere there) she then bursts out;

“What is wrong with the guy!!?”.

I took a quiet look and realised that I had created a Lagosian from this ‘Josite’ I married. Then I mused;

“and to think I was being labelled as impatient behind the wheels less than a week ago”

The truck ahead of us finally made way and ‘my driver’ shunted and poised herself for the perfect verbal ticking off this jeep driver had coming. As she came up beside him and looked she realised that the driver of the jeep was too engrossed ‘negotiating’ with the Policemen in his car who appeared to be commandeering him and his vehicle to their station.

She was disappointed because she had to feel for the jeep man and pocket the ‘what are you driving’ drama she was ready to give the man.

We are mostly quick to judge or come to conclusions.To some this is seen as being decisive. Problem is, we hardly ask ourselves if we have the full picture.

For the driving, we had a 2.4 litre engine while theirs was a 1.8 litre engine what else do you expect than to play catch up. Then again there is also the possibility that having seen madam with a driver she was may have been tagged as not being able to drive in Lagos.

Oh yes!, I forgot to mention that the other members of our entourage acknowledged making the effort to keep up with madam’s driving. They couldnt help but commend her driving so much so that one of them had to ask;

“Na your madam hand strong like this?”.

To put things in perspective, we had a 2.4 litre engine while theirs was a 1.8 litre engine what else do you expect than to play catch up. This as well as confident driving explains  why they had trouble keeping up.

Their award of a driving certification could also be because they had gotten used to seeing madam being driven by a driver so many times that she had been tagged as not being able to drive in Lagos.

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