Female rapper, Eva Alordiah who announced her
retirement from the music industry days ago was
involved in car crash today, March 28, 2016.
The femcee posted on her experience of the accident
she survived on her social media. Read below;
The Accident on 28 March 2016 at 1PM
Part1
2:28PM
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 Alausa 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….
The Accident on 28 March 2016 at 1PM
Part 2
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 would never
give me her car again.
#ButIAmFine #MyGodPassThem #gratitudeAlways
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