In this life, never look down on anyone — because destiny can show up looking like roasted corn and charcoal smoke.
Meet Musa, a young man in Lagos who sells roasted corn by the roadside near a busy junction. Every evening, as people return from work, Musa sets up his small table, lights his charcoal stove, and begins his melody:
“Hot corn! Sweet like village love! Two for ₦500!”
Rain or shine, Musa is always there. He doesn’t complain, doesn’t beg — just doing his hustle with pride.
But not everyone appreciated that.
Every evening, a certain lady — always dressed in designer clothes, makeup like she’s heading to a movie set — would walk past, give Musa a disgusted look, and hiss.
“Eww… imagine, a whole grown man smelling like smoke every day. Can’t you get a real job?”
Sometimes she would even record him on her phone and laugh with her friends.
Musa would just smile, turn the corn, and reply calmly:
“My sister, no job is small. Smoke dey feed me well well.”
The Day Tables Turned
One Friday evening, the sun was setting, traffic was at its worst, and everyone was already shouting “Oga move now!” when suddenly a convoy of black SUVs stopped right beside Musa’s stand.
The ground literally shook.
Soldiers jumped out. Drivers were shouting. People started peeping — you know how Nigerians love gist.
And our dear “Madam Fancy” was right there, as usual, about to mock Musa again… until she saw who stepped out of the car.
Davido!
Yes, the OBO himself.
Davido walked straight to Musa’s stand like they were childhood friends.
“Ahhhh Musa my guy! You still dey roast corn? You never change o!”
They hugged like old buddies. Davido laughed, bought ₦10,000 worth of corn, and even took selfies.
People started screaming. Traffic stopped. Half the crowd brought out phones.
Madam Fancy was now standing quietly in one corner, holding her handbag like an apology letter.
Before driving off, Davido handed Musa a fat envelope and said:
“Na this corn dey remind me of home, bro. Never stop what you’re doing.”
Musa smiled, turned to the lady, and said:
“Madam, should I add pepper for yours too, or you still dey find a real job?”
Everyone around went wild! Some laughed so hard they nearly dropped their corn.
The Moral of the Story
Don’t ever look down on anyone because of what they do.
Today’s roasted corn seller could be tomorrow’s brand ambassador.
Sometimes, destiny wears slippers and smells like smoke.
