It’s about 1 week and a few hours since I had a near death experience, sometimes I wonder what the other side would be like and in a few seconds I see how the last moments in a man looks. The screams and the random thoughts in seconds, the pain and agony that follows the impact. It has taken me over a week to actually summon the strength to put down my near death experience on my blog, I have tried several times to do this and once I start I type a few lines and I just give up. The picture just comes flashing back, well this time I have gathered the balls to finish this post.
October 27th 2012 was just like a regular Saturday when my department has work to do, and on this day we had to travel to Ibadan to relocate some stuffs from the closed branch and these items would be needed in different other locations. We started out fine, my team assembled in the office and then we moved, stopped by a special friend – Suwesedehi to drop some stuffs, (now after the accident I asked myself if this was my insane way of saying goodbye, as my special friend never asked for anything prior to that time) we dropped off a friend and then started out.
The usual Lagos sun was already scorching, the skies were clear, the windshield of the bus is so clear I could already see us coming back into Lagos after a successful outing. We passed the Sagamu inter-change and continued straight up. We passed a couple of cars and I couldn’t help but notice a young man driving a Mercedes 230 series, I looked at him closely in his dark sun shades, polo shirt with collar popped up, he revved the engine so high and ensured the car fulfilled its mission, I wondered to myself, which young chap drives this car again? I chuckled and opened the book “Millionaire next door” a book I started reading to ensure good management of my finances. I stopped for a few seconds to digest a line I read when I noticed a truck right in front of us, the driver was driving so fast and it struck me this guy might be crazy, well I dusted that thought off my shoulders as I had a very trusted driver on the wheels.
The cars in front of us tried hard to overtake the truck and after a while they all went through, it got to our turn and then as a routine the driver honked the horn, and flashed to inform the truck that we are set to go ahead, he acknowledged by a show of head from the passenger, we began the overtake and then suddenly the truck driver started closing in on us and then he continued, since we had already started out there was no stopping, we tried and finally passed it suddenly there came a loud bang, the truck hit us from behind and on that speed, our driver lost it, the bus swerved off the road and then hit a sand dune and immediately rolled over, we summersaulted 3 times off the road and then landed on the other lane facing oncoming traffic.
Now as I type im tempted to stop as the picture of the accident torments me, the bus suddenly goes muddy as a result of the wet side of the road. The metal squeaks as it smashes on the hard coal-tar and then lands on the wet sand, the glasses shatter all over, the electrical system goes crazy and the fuel spits out of a torn carrier, I hear screams of my colleagues who were in the rear without seat belts. Once the bus stopped I struggled to get off my now jammed seat belt cos I knew the danger of being in an accident vehicle. I looked up and thanked God for this rare opportunity to still be alive, seeing the wreckage I knew it would have only been God. I still have a reason to be grateful, a reason to want to appreciate the breathe I have, a reason to still know I am alive. I wonder what the story would have been now. Would people have told good tales about me? Would I be remembered for anything good? Would I be a page people would close without hesitation? I have seen near death and I pray against any of such in my life or lives of those around me.
Please lift up your head and appreciate GOD for an awesome miracle.
I am alive.