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“If you can not plan it, immagine it and prevent it, then it must be an accident” – Dipo Tepede 

 

 Friday, that should be today when a motor bike (aka Okada) ran across my car as I was trying to park in my office parking space. I was filled with awe when the man somersaulted in the air and landed on his spinning bike. I instinctively pressed the brake and ran to the already crowded scene. Lying on the floor was a man whose feet was soaked in blood  

 This is the fifth time I am experiencing an accident with Okada. They all seem to follow the same pattern- they run over my car and I end up with the responsibility of taking them to the hospital. I wonder how the scene would have been if I was the one that run over the Okada; this would be a different scenario all together. I guess.

 

I thank God always that there was no death record in all these scene. I remember the scene before this one which took place on a beautiful Sunday as my wife and I were going to church. Just from no where, three cars blowing siren came behind me forcing me to the service lane of the Ahmadu Bello Bridge in VI and a bike ran over me.

The uncrowded road became crowded in a second and the three cars did not stop as they sped off passing the check-point without being stopped by the police men. 

The scene conjured a lot of memories because I remembered my wife running across the road and thanking God for saving the man’s life. The policemen quizzed me on the issue that they had witnessed. I ignored the policemen and ran to the injured man who was already trying to stand up. I asked him to sit down and let the shock wear down. The policemen spoke to the bike man in Hausa but I could guess they were telling him to pretend that he was in a critical situation because he immediately started panting seriously.

 

A man from nowhere came to my rescue by telling the policemen that they saw the three cars in siren but did not stop them. He asked me to give the man some money, take my car and go away. I wonder what the policemen where up to if i did not have a witness. The policemen knowing i was not to blame begged me to take him to the hospital which I tried to do but the man pretending to be in a critical situation was more interested in the money so i gave it to him, turned back and went home.

 

Funny enough, today seem to be different, as the Okada man knew me very well because we stay in the same estate. He said I should not worry but go to the office. I looked at his bleeding leg and took him to a nearby pharmacy where his leg was treated. Isn’t this another reason to thank God who has been my shield and my fortress……? 

 

Thank you Jesus!