My younger brother had a fatal accident On Sunday... After Witnessing A Huge Spending Spree On His Mother's Burial
He was hit by this, Toyota, something..... I cannot remember the car's exact details again, something seemed to have died inside of me since Sunday, maybe it's retentive memory or maybe I just can't be detailing due to the trauma, and physical and emotional stress. The driver was an apprentice of the owner, he was trying to make some extra money with the car that Sunday by doing some side hustle with the car given to him for service. The downside is, that he was on the wrong lane throughout while doing some crazy speed.
My brother was on top of a motorcycle with his cousin on mainland Lagos. While the motorcycle was on the right way, he never suspected that a crazy driver was speeding and coming through the wrong way, that we're hit atrociously with a bang, the car crushed the rider of the motorcycle to death, while hitting another passerby to the back of another vehicle, the victim died instantly, the Impact threw my brother to a moving tricycle, he handed hard and sustained a double fracture, multiple injuries to the leg, face, and toes while fainting instantly from the impact.
His cousin on the other hand had already jumped out from the moving motorcycle, apparently, she had anticipated the crash because she was sitting at the back of my brother, the impact she had was lesser, she had no fractures or breaks, and sustained a little sprain to the back of her leg alone.
(The power of anticipation can salvage a situation, she didn't just manage to save her life, she saved any potential spending, in this inflated Nigeria where doctors are sworn to serve money)
My brother's cousin's mother, (his aunt) is a radical woman, her swift call to action is probably why my brother got stabilized and didn't lose his life from the shock. They were taken to the hospital and after all that crazy bureaucracy, they finally said they needed to operate on the damaged hand so that it could heal properly. They demand approximately
$2000 to get the surgery done.
This was humongous, these were medical personnel who were sworn to serve humanity, but they were merchandising the intensity of people's illnesses to make crazy money. It's why some of them cannot work overseas. Because they've mortgaged their services to only rich people and even if they're going to still earn their monthly salaries, they'd still want to exploit people for their gains.
We heard originally that the surgery shouldn't be more than $1000, but here, they doubled the price.....so,
We're looking for a different hospital to get the surgery done and at the moment, we've gone to the police station, the crazy driver has been locked and the family of the young man is saying they do not have any money for damages.....
Scenes from the police station
In reality, I was talking about the power of anticipation...
........anticipation is a gift, some people call it pessimism, but it isn't.. sometimes feeling that something bad might happens keeps us tethered rather than taking uncalculated risks... I've been battling anemia all my life, if there's one thing it's taught me, it's that one must anticipate exhaustion, and take precautionary measures in other to keep going*
My younger brother has his faults, he's a 23-year-old young businessman who just returned from burying his mother, and since he's been back, he's been going on tour, traveling crazy distances every week to meet and greet people he calls his friends and not even business acquaintances
he abandoned his business for the week to go see his cousin, and they were cruising all around town and having fun when the accident happened.
He's been there through the week before, spent five days, locked up his business, and chose pleasure over everything. Whilst we cannot predict or foresee the future, we mustn't further take irrational actions to strengthen the uncertainty that comes with it, this is probably a valuable lesson a vibrant and stubborn young man has to learn battling pain and gore...
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