MY 9/11 DIARY
I neglected my crying alarm at 4:00am to still curl back under my cover clothes. Nope i am not one of those who grumble about work on a Monday.
FYI my work is fun and flexible. I take like 30 pictures in all the fine corners of the office first minute of my arrival before i continue the rest of my blogging day sourcing for stories, tweeting and sort.
While from home i can have my speaker volume tuned to the highest and it is work on the go for me.
Let me not boast too much, so somebody wont quit his banking job for blogging *tongue out*
Here i am working on my phone with a sprained neck though, (see how flexible i am talking about)
On this day, i was a little bit skeptical about going to work cos i was knocked down with a terrible flu. I eventually got my shit together and made for work. My silly colleagues told me i could have stayed put at home rather than sneezing my shit up and down.
I signed out at 4:45pm and decided to act my age not to fight Yemi and Ufoma for stuffing me in the middle of the taxi back seat. Last i remembered was hearing a screeching sound at the Lekki Ikoyi bridge, next we had a big banging hit behind us.
At the point of contact, my already aching head resonated like a hundred times more while we rumbled and rolled in the car. “What is going to happen to us…?” I managed to think.
Big thanks to the stone that was able to stump our car, else i would have been answering the question in comatose.
The driver of the Nissan SUV that hit us was a uniformed soldier who claimed his break failed and couldn’t say anything beyond that. He just stood dazed.
Yemi was there screaming “blood of Jesus!!!” as she beckoned me to come out of the glass crumbles….i thought i wouldnt make it out of the car.
The Federal Road Safety Corps were there to see into the accident, an ambulance too sufficed.
Thoughts about how my dreams and wana be(s), my yet to publish write ups, the places i want to see and all that i pray to become in life could have hit the the wall and died with me.
To think that my bitter mother would mourn again after the demise of my sister, warm tears streamed down my blood shot eyes. I chanted uncountable Alhamdulilahi(s) cos the accident could have been worse than that.
My sister would say i spoke with her not less than an hour ago….
My father would say she just left Abuja few days ago…
People would weep and scream!!! At the end my name would only remain in memories. Sa’eedah Imam.
I left the accident scene in another taxi, had a hot bath, downed a nice bowl of Eba and Vegetables. I went to the hospital to be checked. 2 shots of the needle down my small yansh and another one on my arm for tetanus. I strolled back home and called it a night.
I woke up with intense pain on my neck and a caption about the accident staring at me on Linda Ikeji’s blog. (it dawned on me that i was indeed in a car crash)
I knew those peeps there weren’t playing with their phones when my helpless self had access to about 6 websites on my laptop down in the glass crumbs. Una try well well.
This made me share the exclusive story with you on here though the writer was fair enough.
Daily i pray to reference my Maker in all my plans cos i do not own my life…..somebody thank the Lord for me!