Episode 2

We reach portharcourt and i stop for where i go see motor go Aba city,
i cross to the other lane with my garri even though wheelbarrow
pushers they disturb me make them help me carry my load, i nor gree oh
i dont have money to pay so i took it by myself.

I stand for bus stop they wait for all those agberos boys wey call
themselves drivers, e nor take long before i see one wey they go
oshisioma for Aba so i enter inside and the fee na 400 naira, as usual
the bus they rough with old glass wey no they even screw self, the sit
na joko once you sit down five minutes your yash don they pain you be
that, no side mirrors and no horn, the bus is painted yellow, is
hardly you see nice bus going to Aba except all those stingy car
owners wey nor they gree help fellow country man except you be find
babe, well i nor blame them sha very soon me too go they drive my own
hummer jeep.

i dont even know whats wrong with the driver because him they drive
nonsense see as him they speed as if na him papa get road, the one
wey they fear me na the way him they overtake big big motor, and our
bus no get side mirror or horn oh, i just they pray for my mind make
we quick reach Aba Make i disappear commot for this yeye motor.
Conductor: Back sit bring your money.
Na only that word them sabi talk, their own no they pass money them
fit die for fifty naira self, you go give them money now and you go
begin beg them for change again, sometimes self them go they argue say
them no hold you change, so if i they travel i they always find change
for house before i enter road oh, no time for trouble cause as you see
me i be gentle boy wey no like kasala, if you wan know me better go
meet baba Buhari, i put hand for wallet and give the yeye conductor
him money, after him don collect all the money finish the driver stop
for Ibibio and he come down while the conductor enter the drivers sit
and took off after him don settle the former driver finish, hmm that
means na the conductor get the bus or maybe him borrow am,
as we they commot for Portharcourt they enter road to Aba after we don
pass police checkpoint my phone started ringing in my pocket, i look
at the screen and i saw my love mercy.
Me: hello dear.
Mercy: how far, i don wait for you tire oh.
Me: no vex we don they come already.
Mercy: na where una they now?
Me: we just commot for Portharcourt now, we will reach Aba before six.
Mercy: okay dear safe journey oh.
Me: thanks alot, i don reach Aba finish so nothing fit stop me now,
not even Adanna.
Mercy: hahahaha stop mentioning her name.
Me: what? Am not afraid.
Mercy: oh yeah i know you are not but its better we let the sleeping dog lie.
Me: okay i wont mention her name again.
Mercy: better, so do and come am eager to see you.
Me: me too dear, oyaa throw me kiss na, “i don begin they get
attention again from people inside the bus”
Mercy: yeyeboy bye bye joor
Me: okay lovie
Mercy: wait please.
Me: okay whats it?
Mercy: sweetie please the bus you enter is it painted with yellow colour?
Me: yes a yellow colour with white stripe lines on its body, how did you know?
Mercy: sweetheart do me a favor please.
Me: whats that dear?
Mercy: please come down from that bus now.
Me: but why we are already half way?
Mercy: sweetie just listen to me, get out of that vehicle now i will
explain things to you later.
Me: okay i will
as i drop the phone wanted to call the driver to stop, we were about
to overtake one big dangote lorry so i open my mouth to speak but i
cant, it seems like my mouth were locked with key, i try again but no
success, i try to talk to my neighbour but she don sleep already, i
dont know what to do and as our driver they try overtake the lorry,
the back tire of our bus burst and behold our driver hold break at
once in front of the big lorry, oh dear the mess that happen that day
is something i cant really explain, the big lorry use its big head
carry our bus go throway for inside bush, na there i remember reach
till i go see myself for Abia State University Teaching Hospital
(Absuth) in Aba sleeping on a patience bed with all my body plastered
like dead person.

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I saw myself in a big hospital with beautiful design, it was dark in
the night so i cant really capture the colour of the room but i know
am in a hospital because of the medical equipment and the way i was
bandage also, i dont know why they off the light oh everywhere come
they scary, i try to move my leg but i cant because it was as if i
cant even feel it, i try to recall what happen all i remember is that
i was on my way to Aba when suddenly……..oh an accident…..i
remember now, but na who come carry me come here.
Thank God say i still they alive oh, because with the way that motor
do summer slam who would have thought anybody will survive it, i
believe its a miracle and Gods doing, hmmmm but what of my phone? i
guess thats not really important now, but i need it to call my people,
and i really need to call Mercy and explain things to her oh, i was
thinking deep inside the room alone, i wonder why them no assign nurse
to they watch me, i try to shout but i cant because i was too weak
like dead person, i cant even move my leg or my hand, na only my head
i they manage move small small, i wonder wetin make that tire burst,
but the tire they old na so its expected, abi na Adanna wey i mention
cause am? E fit be oh because that girl is a demon even though shes
gone shes still tormenting me in my dream, talking about Adanna
somebody open the door and walk in, the girl wear white gown maybe na
nurse, but as the person come closer she look like my mysterious
Adanna (god forbid not my),
Me: Adanna? “i ask already afraid”
Nurse: sorry?
I look well and saw that shes nothing like Adanna, maybe na my mind
don they play game with me.
Me: sorry nurse.
Nurse: am Nurse catherine, how are you feeling now? “she said and
touch my cheeks to feel my body temperature”
Me: i cant move any part of my body except my head.
Nurse: you are even lucky you are moving your head, when they brought
you we thought you wont even make it.
Me: who brought me here?
Nurse: by a good samaritan, you were involve in a terrible accident.
Me: yes i remember that.
Nurse: oh Good you have quick memory, though am not interested in that?
Me: what do you mean?
Nurse: what am interested in is how come you are the only survivor?
Me: i dont know oh, so you mean everybody die?
Nurse: not just die but got burnt to ashes, you were found far far
away from the accident.
Me: waoh thank God for my life oh.
Nurse: oh yeah you really need to go and do thanksgiving when you leave here.
Me: where is the person that brought me?
Nurse: she left after she brought you in.
Me: hmmmm thanks alot nurse.
Nurse: she also paid for your bills, so anytime you recover you are
free to leave anytime.
Me: okay thank you.
Nurse: you welcome.
She changed the drip and gave me some drugs to swallow, i swallow the
drug and after like two minutes i slept off.

I woke up in the morning and was surprise to see my loving Mercy at my
side, she was smiling as if she win award.
Mercy: hello dear.
Me: sweetheart.
Mercy: bless God for your life and am so sorry.
Me: sorry for what?
Mercy: for not telling you on time.
Me: thats no issue dear, what we should be doing is thanking God that am alive.
Mercy: yes oh, when you didnt pick the call again i was very worried
that i continue calling, i didnt sleep at all last night, is this
morning i hear the news and when i heard that only one person survive
i believe it was you because GOD wont let me down.
Me: am sorry for making you so worried.
Mercy: thats not important dear, when are they discharging you?
Me: i dont know maybe next week or more.
Mercy: hmmmm, i will stay here till they discharge you before i leave
“i look at her face and i believe something is disturbing her”.
Me: what is it dear?
Mercy: am just so happy to see you imagine if it was worse than this?.
She stood up from where she was sitting and kneel down on the ground
and raise her two hands up as she look at the sky, she started praying
and thanking God for my life, i look at her and i started shading
tears of Joy, i really dont deserve this kind girl, shes is a heaven


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