I didn’t expect a Monday to preach a whole sermon to my spirit.
But that’s what happened, all because I forgot my earpiece.
I woke up late, the kind of late where you don’t even think, you just move.
Quick shower. Grabbed my bag. Out the door. No breakfast. No time.
Hustled to the roadside and squeezed into the first bus heading toward my usual stop.
It wasn’t until I paid the conductor and sank into my seat that I realized something was off, no earpiece.
Normally, I plug in and escape: worship, prayer, or just silence to guard my headspace.
But not today. And oh, it was loud.
Market women debating who sat first.
Students loudly trading gossip.
The conductor and driver arguing like siblings.
A passenger cussing at a police officer.
And behind me? A group of guys roasting my favorite football team, who had lost the night before.
I tried to block it out. Reached for my nonexistent earpiece again. No luck.
Pulled out a book to read, couldn’t focus.
My thoughts were all over the place.
That 20-minute ride felt like an eternity trapped in a noise box.
When I got off to board my second bus, I told myself: I can't survive another ride like that.
So I did what any desperate, peace-seeking commuter would do: I bought a new earpiece from a roadside vendor.
The second bus? Worse.
The Ministry of Transport was running vehicle checks, delaying us.
Fares increased.
The students onboard exploded:
“Thief!” “I won’t pay!” “You think we’re stupid?!”
The driver stopped the bus mid-road.
Told the conductor: “Collect every fare before we move again.”
I could feel the chaos rising. Voices getting sharper.
The noise pressing in on my temples like a migraine.
But this time…
I had my shield.
I plugged in my earphones, opened my Lawrence Oyor playlist, and let the chants pour in.
Just like that, I left the room without leaving the bus.
While others were shouting, I was praying.
While tempers flared, my spirit soared.
I found peace in the middle of the noise.
I remembered God right there, on a dusty seat in a crowded bus.
I won’t lie, I could still see mouths moving, arguments flaring.
But I was in a different world entirely.
Forty-five minutes felt like a worship session, not a war zone.
Here’s What That Day Taught Me:
In life, you’ll find yourself surrounded by noise you didn’t invite.
Distractions that try to steal your peace, drag you into arguments, or clutter your soul.
But you don’t have to engage every voice.
You don’t have to lose your focus.
You don’t have to join every conversation, especially the ones not meant for you.
Sometimes, all it takes is one intentional choice to tune into God and tune out the world.
That little earpiece?
It reminded me that peace is portable.
And worship is a weapon.
So the next time the world gets loud...
Don’t just turn up the volume.
Turn your heart toward God instead.