Rapper Eva Alordiah was involved in a car accident this afternoon after her was hit from the rear by a taxi driver.
She shared her shocking experience below:
The accident happened at 1:00PM The impact from the car that hit me
behind sent my head propelling forward towards my windshield. I was
thankfully restrained by my seat belt. The resounding clash of metal and
tyres screeching kept on ringing in my head.
I could not believe anything could
make such a loud bang let alone that I was in an accident. All of a
sudden I realized I was alive. The woman driving in front of me came out
of her car.
The man who hit me behind came out
of his car too. Then he put his two hands on his head the way Nigerians
are known to do when they realize they are in deep shit. I thought of My
mother and what she would think of her car and this wreck. Then I
remembered my life was even more important than a mere car.
I blinked and the police
arrived and I was too glad to see them. I wasn’t ready to deal with the
man who hit my car, who was now rolling himself on the road beside the
wreck, hands on head, hands akimbo, hands back on the head. “Ahh! Aye
mi!” He was saying. ‘All this one is just film’ I thought to myself. I
looked away from his dramatization and searched out an officer to speak
with. “This is my Mom’s car,” I said plainly to the officer who
presented himself to me. “Please ensure that this man fixes this
damage.” The Police officer nodded vehemently and said “The Police is
your friend, don’t worry.”
We
went to the station. They said we should both write statements. I
called my big brother whom I had spoken to when the accident occured.
“We are in the Police station in by the traffic light,” I said when he
picked up the phone. He was with me I’m 12minutes.
It
wasn’t Until after I had written my statement, Spoken to my Mom and
refreshed the events of the afternoon in my mind that I realized the one
thing I missed all along. I had been so preoccupied with the thought
that someone had hit me and damaged the car that I failed to realize one
simple truth…
Here I was worrying about my Mom’s
car and a man could have lost his life from his wreckless driving. A
child would have missed her father. A mother would have been left to
wail and grit her teeth. Friends would have been sent in a state of
complete shock. It would have been an irreparable loss and nothing to be
compared with whatever damage he had caused my Mom’s car.
So as we sat in the police station
side by side, I realized my folly and feeling ashamed of myself, I
turned to him and said, “Are you OK? ” he nodded. The look in his eyes
was distant. “Is that your car?” I asked. He nodded again.
“What do you do?” “Cab driver.” “Is
that your cab?,” My tone had eased up and fallen in pitch. When he said
“Yes” in response, I immediately felt sorry for him. I call my Mom back
to tell her the state of things. She is surprisingly cool for someone
with a Car OCD. I tell her everything is under control. She says no
problem.
I turn to the man who ran into me.
“We thank God for Life,” I said. He nodded again. Then raised his eyes
up to the ceiling. There was a God up there. And my mother might never
give me her car again. #ButIAmFine #MyGodPassThem #gratitudeAlways
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