Rapper Eva Alordiah who was involved in a car accident this afternoon has narrated her
experience via instagram 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.”
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.
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…
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.
“Are you OK? ” he nodded. The look in his eyes was distant.
“Is that your car?” I asked. He nodded again.
“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.
“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