I woke up Saturday morning recently to rush to a 9am - end semester examination. This I was sure I was going to excel and wanted to reach school early before there was some traffic. I ran towards the stage and oops! I found only one bus and there was no one in it yet so you could tell they weren't going to leave for some time. I decided to take a boda boda (motorcycle taxi ). The bike guy was young and full of energy. He jovially greeted me and asked me sit on the bike. He rode for some miles smoothly then accelerated at a high speed, I got jittery and pleaded with him to slow down but he would not listen, instead kept singing to some R&B on the radio. By that time I am so angry at him. We got to a super highway and he decided to show off his skill of swerving. I yelled to him to stop the bike but he laughed and told me that I was such a woose. Then a huge truck came our way. The guy lost control and all I remember is how I was in the middle of the road lying on my stomach and heard a loud sound of brakes of a vehicle. I pleaded God for life, my heart racing so fast and my nerves so tense. I opened my eyes and saw the truck a few meters from me and a police officer rushing to help me up. My whole body was in pain but with only few bruises on my left arm. Then a sudden joy overwhelmed me. I forgot about the pain for some minutes and started giving thanks to God for the gift of life.
