My husband lives in the East, I work in Lagos. Recently, I have been shuttling the eastern route a lot to be with him, but now I decided to move over. Once in a while, business takes me to Lagos.

Last week, my partner called that my presence was needed to seal the deal with one of the banks. I took a bus down to Lagos for the appointment on Friday. I had plans to go back on Saturday but hubby needed me to run a few errands for him on Sunday and then come on Monday. He also gave me the herculean task of bringing our large LED TV from our home in Lagos. Coupled with the fact I was travelling with the baby... I was in no mood for that.

From Saturday night to Monday morning, I kept praying for a safe journey. My instincts were all wired up and I saw myself praying at every interval, which was weird because I loved road trips. On Monday morning, I woke up and did not feel like leaving the bed. If I couldnt get to the park by 8am, then there really was no use leaving, and I had not packaged the TV for the journey. After all the merry go round and morning rituals, it was almost 10am... I would still get a bus. I got to the door, and really did not feel like travelling. I told myself listen to your instincts. So I dropped the baby in daycare and went to gist with a girlfriend.

Thank God for you. It's likely the victims are dead.

See this end time story teller..
Come complete am before i vex.

By 3pm, I saw a lot of missed calls from my elder brother. He had actually expressed his displeasure at my frequent travels on Saturday and asked me to stay in one place. I called him back and he said he was just checking if I had reached my destination, which was odd. I told him I didn't go on the trip again. I may decide on a later date.

When I got home later that night, I did all the packing and made up my mind to leave today. By 7am, I had called the uber ride to take us with the TV to the park. I got to the park at 8am. The bus was almost full. Once the lady at the counter saw the TV (42 inches) she said I will have to pay for 4 seats. I got angry and caused a huge scene because I knew from my calculation that the worst will be 3 seats. Due to the the argument, the bus did not have the available space for me, so the bus left. This was already 10 am. The manager came out to pacify me and promised to put me on the next bus. But I know 10am was late for any bus to leave, so what games are these guys playing? Nevertheless, I heeded and waited for the next bus. When it came, I noticed we were only 3 people in the bus. One man in front and a lady at the back. Just before we moved 4 hefty men joined the bus.

I still was suspicious but my instinct was calm, so I did not panic. We moved, then the men started talking. The bus I had missed because of my ranting and raking had a bad radiator along the road. Two of the men were mechanics going to fix it so that they can continue on the journey. Another bus had gotten there to move the passengers. I sha thanked my God, not that it was so much of a big deal. Then the men continued talking. What I heard sent shivers down my spine.

One of their buses was involved in an accident along the road yesterday. They have been unable to reach the driver.The bus I entered was actually the search and rescue bus looking for the accident scene. I asked, was there no passenger manifest? They said the bus left quite late yesterday, like 11am, and went with 3 passengers. All their phones were not going through, so they have to go there physically to trace the bus. The driver of the bus we were in, was the last to see the other bus before the ill-fated accident. They had hailed each other along the way just before the border between Ogun State and Ondo State.

So... if I had taken the journey yesterday... what would have been my fate? I analysed and over analysed the situation... God indeed speaks to us in our hearts. I do not even want to imagine the scenario.

As soon as we entered Ondo, we made numerous stops, asking traders, customs officers, FRSC officers, highway policemen if they heard about any accident. By the time we got to Ore, it was almost 5pm. Some policemen near Ore asked us to go to Omotosho Accident Rescue Station at Ore to make inquiries about the accident, as they were aware that indeed an accident involving their bus. Because it was getting late, the men alighted at Omotosho and the vehicle continued.

We just got home, it is almost midnight. My prayer tonight is that of Thanksgiving. I still have goosebumps!

wooowww!! thank God for your life! God really does talk to us all the time....if only we would listen, we would be saved much trouble.

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