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It happened last week thursday. I just came out of a meeting in the office around 6pm when I received a phone call that my younger sister had just been involved in a car accident. Suddenly, my head felt light, then heavy, as several thoughts raced through my mind. I grabbed my handbag as I rushed for the staircase down to the car and got a colleague of mine to take me down to the accident scene. Traffic that evening was TERRIBLE; we spent about 30 minutes on the same spot. I kept receiving calls from a good samaritan who kept asking where i had gotten to. I felt like dumping the car and flying there. Shortly after, I got another call that she had been referred to Igbobi hospital from the private hospital she was initially taken to.

I tried to sit still in the car as the traffic seemed not to ease out, oscillating between praying and thinking. Finally, we got to the hospital and headed straight to the emergency wing of the casualty building where we met four men and a lady in yellow overall uniform as well as a man in the Nigerian police uniform; they were pacing the corridor of the emergency wing; the ones in the overall uniform introduced themselves to us as staff of an NGO who major in rescueing accident victims. Then, they explained to us how it all happened. The police man after the accident occured pulled my sister out of the vehicle under which she was trapped after it had spinned and somersaulted, took her to a nearby private hospital from where she was referred to the Government Hospital. The NGO people then spotted her with the policeman, and rushed to pick her with their ambulance to the hospital. They had also run around to pay for various tests and medications by getting money from her bag and keeping the change which they later handed over to me on getting there.

Now, she’s a lot better and has undergone one out of two surgeries; thank God for protection. I look back now and wonder what would have happened to her had the policeman not gone to rescue her or had the NGO people not been around to convey her with their ambulance. My hope in a new Nigeria was once again renewed and strengthened, some people that
heard what happened said they were not humans but angels. I know that such people are scattered around the shores of this nation; people who are P.A.T.R.I.O.T.I.C (Problem Solvers, Aspirational, Trustworthy, Role Models, Integrity, Outstanding, Timely, Impactful and Compassionate).

Also, initially, we had doubts as to whether the facilities and medical personnel required for her surgery were available in Nigeria, but everything has so far been successful, though not without a few bureaucratic hiccups. Nigeria has the makings, the framework, the potentials to be an exceptional nation, to stand out and i believe we will get there! Do you believe!}

3 Responses to “I BELIEVE….”

  1. Boso says:

    Hope she’s ok, our prayers are with her..

  2. Damilola Balogun says:

    I do believe.Thank God for healing.



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