SFS Contest! Picture of the Day Week 45
| Picture of the Day – The Tricycle God Sent Before the Storm |
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They say a picture speaks a thousand words, but some photos speak the truth of your journey in silence.
This one? This photo of me standing in front of my brother’s tricycle is not just a pose. It may not be beautiful and attractive enough to be labelled, "picture of the day" but it’s a testimony. A quiet reminder that God prepares answers before the questions even form. He opens doors just when others are closing, and sometimes He uses something as simple as a tricycle to prove His omniscience.
Let me tell you about the chemistry behind this keke. Not just the parts and the seat and the wheels — but the chain of human decisions, divine timing, and silent battles that made this tricycle not just a machine, but a miracle.
| How It Started: From Classroom to Tricycle |
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This tricycle came into our lives shortly after my brother resigned from a private school he used to teach in last year. It was not a sudden decision. The signs were there — he was drained, undervalued, and overwhelmed. The school had a policy that class teachers couldn’t go home until every child had been picked up. So, he'd often return home between 4 and 6 p.m., without any additional pay for the extra time or appreciation for the emotional effort.
At some point, he said something that stuck with me:
“I’d rather ride a keke than keep wasting my life in a place that doesn’t value me.”
That was my brother being honest with himself. He wasn’t being proud — he was just being honest. And God, who sees the secret desires of the heart, was already preparing an answer.
Through a young man my dad had once helped — a man he bought a tricycle for on hire purchase — my brother got connected to someone else who also gave tricycles out on hire purchase. That’s how this one came.
Back then, it cost ₦2.2 million, a fair deal compared to today’s market price of ₦3.5 million to ₦4.5 million. Now we know — that tricycle wasn’t just transportation. It was gold. The kind of gold that only becomes obvious in a time of fire.
I didn’t realize how deep this story ran.
Until it became my own lifeline.
| When the Tricycle Became My Rescue |
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This year, as I pushed into my final lap in the university, my dad — the solid rock of our family — got financially down.
Right when I needed funds for my final year project, seminar corrections, multiple drafts, and all those unexpected final year runs — my brother’s keke became the saving grace.
It handled things like:
Project printing and spiral binding
Transportation to and from school for final submissions
Sign-out outfit and photos
Expenses around my final seminar defense
This keke — which had been around since 2023 year ending — became my rescue in 2025. It made me reflect.
This wasn’t luck. This was God’s foresight. Proof that He is Omniscient — the God who sees the future and provides the solution before the storm comes.
And think about this: the same hire purchase opportunities are rare today. Many dealers have stopped it because of trust issues, broken promises, and unpaid balances. But back then, when we still had access, God slipped in this solution. Quietly. Without noise.
That’s when I understood that He really does go ahead of us.
| A Tricycle with a Soul |
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To many, this might just look like another tricycle on the road. But to me, it’s a reminder that when one door closes, God opens another — quietly but surely.
My brother may no longer stand in front of a blackboard, but he now stands as a pillar to the family.
And he doesn’t just drive.
He runs Bolt services and also works as a shuttle driver at University of Uyo's Permanent Site, popularly known as Permsite. Many students in the Faculty of Social Sciences, Arts,Education and so on might have boarded or booked his keke without even knowing they’re riding with someone who walked those same halls and sat on those seats.
My brother Emediong Monday Emacha,whom I usually call FAMILY, is a graduate of Political Science and Public Administration. He was part of the second-to-last batch of graduates that the school organised a graduation ceremony for. He was 019 set that finished early 020 due to ASUU strike.
So whenever I see him in that tricycle, I don’t just see a driver.
I see a family man, a graduate, a provider, a visionary, and most of all, a testimony.
He also owns a Facebook page where he shares updates and stories from his rides, customer experiences, and daily hustle. I’ll drop his page handle in the comment section so you can connect with him or support his journey.
In our family, he’s the special driver — not just of a vehicle but of a bigger destiny.
And with God in control, I believe my father shall rise again — strong, restored, and honored.
Because even in silence, God never stops moving for His own.
I must also mention — this tricycle has two siblings.
Yes, we have two other auxiliary kekes, each with its own unique story, timing, and divine purpose.
But those are stories for another day.
For now, just know that this keke isn’t just carrying passengers — it’s carrying the story of a family, a proof of divine timing, and the hand of a God who never abandons His own.
Thank you for reading.
Sometimes the greatest blessings don’t come in shiny wrappers or loud announcements — they arrive as quiet solutions, waiting patiently for the day they’ll be recognized for what they really are.
This is my #pictureoftheday.
And it’s worth a thousand prayers.