.....from the other side

I was standing by the roadside...on the wrong side of the road, without my shoes, holding my handbag, clothes very dirty and there was this stench..i think it was palm wine. Then i saw smoke and OMG there's blood everywhere, people screaming, some were running. I just stood there, very confused, too weak to move a muscle. I must have been in shock because i kept asking "what am i doing on this side of the road". Someone lifted me up, away from the flames, i struggled and wriggled but he didn't let go until he carried me far away from the flames.

I was on my way to work, i had been away for 3 days because i wasn't feeling well. I had so much to do in the office and didn't want to carry them over to the following week. My boss didn't really mind i take the whole week off, but my desk would be swamped if I was away for that long, i had to avoid that from happening. Besides i was a lot better.

My hand was bleeding but it didn't hurt, the conductor couldn't stop screaming, his limbs had dislocated from his hip bone, the driver was nowhere to be found, the women seated behind the driver seat...gosh, i couldn't look. It was a horrible sight.

I couldn't feel my feet, i became very dizzy, i slumped.

 

I watched as my body was carried into a van by the same by-stander. He was panicking, he kept saying 'she was trying to tell me something', 'i'm sure its the shock, she cant just die', 'drive this car oga'.....i smiled, a stranger cared so much about me, who would have known we still have some good people in Lagos. The van rolled up at the emergency centre in Lagos Island...'oh, the smell of hospitals makes me sick'. The other women were carried in on stretchers, this guy didn't let me go, he carried me all the way. He was in tears...'she cant have died, she cannot' he kept saying. The doctor checked for a pulse, it was really weak. Looking into his eyes, he was contemplating leaving me to attend to the other women who at that point were starting to bleed out, or the conductor that just wouldn't shut up 'egba mi oo, mo ku oo, ori iya mi oo' (help me oo, I'm dying oo, my mothers head head oo...like that was going to take his pain away). The hospital was short staffed, he couldn't attend to everyone at the same time and every ones case was critical. He put his head in his hands, exhaled and called on two nurses...take those ladies, clean up there wounds and stitch them up. While you are at it, test for blood so there can be a transfusion...they have lost enough, he ordered. Inject this man with local anaesthetics and page Dr. Orebela. I guess that's an Orthopedic surgeon. Back to you (thats me) we need to revive her...they strap me to a bed and removed my blouse..."ah ah, take me to a closed room at least, must you show my tits to the whole of Lagos Island", they put two patches on my chest and i heard him shout "clear"...my body jerked, i felt it but nothing changed. "Charge to 250...clear"...nothing changed..

 

My new friend was sited in a corner going through my bag, he saw my phone and dialled a number....it was my mother. Oh no! My mother...i cant leave her, she'll be devastated to say the least. She's meant to be enjoying her old age and not mourning her last child...."clear" this time the light went dark and my body moved but i came back to the light. It became a struggle going back into my body, i was torn from both worlds...i can't leave my mother now, the pain she'll go through, the shock alone will kill her.....The doctor was giving me CPR at this point...'oh, yuk! that mouth ..blah!!, shock me again already...I'll come back. Your breath can wake up a 10 days corpse'. I'm sorry sir but we lost her, she's flat lined. There is nothing we can do.

My new friend started to cry. Ah, ah!! He doesn't even know me...why is he so emotional. He walked up to me and hit me right on my chest....WTF!! I screamed to life....coughing and gasping for air like i was drowning or something. The doctor turned around in shock..he came over to check my vitals. I seemed OK. He walked off to the nurses and told them something, i couldn't be bothered, i felt good and my mum will be here in a bit, i was so eager to see her.

He just stood there looking at me. I walked up to him and gave him a hug.............

 

 

What is that one true thing you are afraid of?

 

Some will say fear of the unknown or Eternity.... I say you do not need to worry about things you do not have control over. You do not know if the plane you are in will crash 15 minutes after take-off....If those in the Dana crash knew how that day was going to turn out, they wouldn't have boarded (may their souls rest in peace). If you were deeply invested prior 07/08, you probably would have cashed out before the market crashed. Everyday is a risk. People lock up their doors and windows at night to feel safe, but a truck comes crashing in and the whole building comes crumbling...**Shrugs** safe indeed. Or you are in your office, 87th floor, without a worry in the world and a plane crashes into that building; everyone on that floor dies....you would wish in your afterlife you called in sick that day. Let me stop the negativity.....say you board a taxi and find a bag on the back seat full of cash, as a child of God you look for the owner so you can return it since there is an ID in the bag. The owner chooses to part ways with 40% of $200M (now that's rare but it happens).....you'll probably pray everyday is like that day.  

Our dear Jesus said in 2Timothy 1vs7 "God didn't give us a cowardly spirit but a spirit of power, love, and good judgment."......but remember that we shouldn't claim His promises for us without living a Christ-like life. He hasn't put in us a spirit of fear.....

 

Some say they are afraid of Love...what kind of love i would imagine; i want to believe they are referring to love in relationships with their partners. Humans, especially in recent times aren't capable of showing true love without the power and grace of God in them (my opinion, you can prove me wrong). Two people from different backgrounds, upbringing, taste and style come together to live as one; to do this they need to have something in common. They claim to love one another and want to spend the rest of their lives together.....Now note, an individual is attracted to the opposite sex by appearance then speech and probably sense of humour (at least for me). If they end up together and somehow, this 3 things vanishes, then the other party becomes less the person you fell in 'love' with. Living together then becomes a necessity either because of the children or the society pressure. So tell me, does this scenario depict real love? I mean, i love my family, i can do anything for them through Christ that strengthens me but outside them.......i don't know o.

 

Someone said her fear is 'the process of giving birth"...every woman i believe is afraid of this pain but the joy that comes after is worth every bit. The thought that life is growing inside you, that you have been blessed with fertility.....it can only WOW you at the end of the day. People have different stories, but as long as the child is fine, then the joy of that moment is complete.

 

A guy mentioned he is scared of commitment....please it is not a must oo!!. Live alone all you want as long as you do not break hearts in the process of "wanting to be alone or not wanting to commit" i am sure you will find your type somewhere in this crazy world. Live together non 'commitedly'...

 

Loneliness, Rejection, Poverty, Horror movies, Wealth, Failure.....this are outburst of individuals fear.

 

How can someone be afraid of wealth though, isn't it everyone's wish to be wealthy. Maybe the pride that comes with wealth.  hmmmm!!!