A REASON TO LIVE

Lagos!, Lagos!, two more yansh or is it chance he said...lol, We entered the bus only to discover we were the second set of people, we were still left with 4 'yanshes'. After a while the driver decided to start the journey with the remaining four seats vacant. The journey from Umuahia, Abia State to Ife, Osun State no doubt was going to be a long one but my mom, my sisters and I couldn't all wait to get home.

In no time we were at the boundary of God's own state and Imo, then from Imo we were in Anambra. I almost burst with excitement when we crossed the Niger, then I dozed off as we went by Delta and Edo State.I was jolted back to life when we had to alight at ore, to board a bus to Ife. Afterlike two hours, we were like thirty minutes away from home . My mom in her usual da Vinci mode was drawing time table already for our chores when we get home.You will do this and you would do that. Suddenly, I heard a thud, I found myself in the booth of the vehicle, with my blood all over my palms I wriggled out tryin to figure out what happened.

It's eight years today since I had a ghastly motor accident on the Ondo-Ife Road, that claimed the lives of 5 people on the spot,I dunno about the others that were rushed to the hospital. My family and I escaped with bruises here and there whilst some skulls were smashed on the tarred road. After I came back to my senses the only thing I could think of was a song

"O mu mi wa laye, O seun o, //U kept me Alive, I thank you
O mu mi wa laye o seun", //U kept me Alive, I thank you
Opo lo fe di ojo oni to je wipe //So many wished they could make it
Ohun t'aye sope ko toun kan lo mu wan lo" //but What ppl considered as trivial was what took their life

Life is such a cruel teacher, I could have learnt all those lessons in a class but I was given a first hand class in REALITY 101. How did I survive the accident?, I dont know, Why am i not the one lying lifeless on the road, am still flabberwhelmed.Why did accident happen when we were less than thirty minutes to the end of the journey after travelling for close to six hours!. The Irony of every thing was that I was stuck in the booth I found myself for quite a while, if any other vehicle was coming from the back, I was most definitely going to be a dead meat. Am still amazed the reason why no other vehicle came along the busy road whilst I was struggling to get out of the booth.


It was not up to 2 mins after the accident that rain started, as if the heavens were crying with me for joy for God giving me another chance or they were mourning the demise of five people am not sure. But solace came as the next vehicle that came by was a road safety truck, the badly injured were rushed back to ondo. My Mom, my three sisters and I were all in the bus but somehow the angel of death refused to take us coz d Lord chose to keep us. But why did a road safety vehicle surface at Ijebu Igbo(dt's the village closest to the scene), till today I dont still have a clue.

I am eternally grateful to the almighty, i dont know how to stop thanking him for sparing my Life on the 20th of April, 2002. That was one of my close brushes with death but that was the only one with a constant reminder that I am a CHOSEN. I have a bad black scar on my right palm that always jog my memory back to the fact that I am alive for a reason.

That 'small' incident gave me a reason to live, a reason to appreciate one minute, a reason to be constantly prepared for the worst, a reason to Love, a reason to be me. For those who know me well, it's common thing for them to tell me am not serious coz I learnt the hard way not to take life too seriously. Though I still travel at night and still take some risky risks the scar always remind me I have to fulfil my purpose here on earth before I go back to the great beyond and that no weapon fashioned against me will ever prosper. That's my LIFE...i LIVE IT FOR EVERYBODY (LIFE)

I dont have any idea why I wrote this o, or why it is here on the internet but what I do know is that it is teaching someone the lesson I learnt the hard way.
P.S. I have to do the work of He who sent me while it's day coz the night cometh when no man can work