First let me start by saying this, the line between life and death is very thin.
As I type this I am shaken beyond words.
This is certainly an experience that will scar me for life.
Today I went to the market to get some provisions for my house and also food stuff for the week. I had finished buying a what I needed, just as I was about to enter my car and leave I remembered I had forgotten to buy yam. I shut my car door and was About heading to the yam sellers stand when I saw a little frenzy and chaos happening at a shop in front of me.
Apparently they were looking for a tricycle to carry Someone to the hospital. Well I was about walking away because it was not my Buisness, till a woman who Looked like she was in distress beckoned on me. I went to meet her and she begged me to help her.
please my dear help me
I can’t breath, help me to the hospital please
I can’t breathe.
I instantly remembered my husband has warned me sternly never to render such help after his own personal encounter helping someone. Let me just say our system is so messed that lending a helping hand can land you in police trouble is anything goes wrong.
But I just couldn’t turn my back on her, the Christian in me couldn’t leave a woman crying for help. I asked the woman whose shop she was at to follow me, at least for moral support and someone to help her when we get to the hospital.
The woman who I was helping is asthmatic and was frantically gasping for breath whilst taking in her inhaler. I ran with the speed of light, ohhh I ran, I was driving on 100speed on a domestic route, I put on my double harzard light and I kept blowing my horn for cars to leave my way, I kept telling the woman to hang in there. She kept using her inhaler and saying please hurry.
My darling hivers, I ran, underneath my breath I kept saying a prayer for her. When we got to the hospital I blew my horn severally for them to attend to her. The doctor, examined her and pronounced her dead. I was dumbfounded, my heart sunk to the ground, cold shivers went through my veins. Just a few minutes before we got to the hospital I remember she went silent and I kept asking the other woman,
hope she is still breathing?
After the doctor pronounced her dead on arrival that was where my woes started. They began questioning i and the market seller as if we knew the woman before. Unfortunately her phone had a password lock and so we weren’t able to call anyone but God so kind her son called a few mins after we arrived the hospital and the doctor asked him to rush down.
The doctor recognized her as his patient who came in a month ago in similar condition, but they were able to revive her. This time she wasn’t so lucky. They refused to remove the body from my car. I kept asking why am I still held up here?. They kept making the situation seem like I and the market seller knew the woman and were responsible for her. Telling us to get a card, call her family.
At this point I was getting pissed, I kept saying to them that I was just a Good Samaritan and I do not know either women. Well her kids came and they were actually kids and the doctor said he could not break the news to kids. Luckily they opened their mothers phone password and called her pastor, he was the only available person according to them. Their mother and father are separated, she and her siblings aren’t in good terms and so her pastor was the next best bet.
They were able to root out her medical history that showed her record of being sick and admitted a month ago and they kept assuring me that would help me If it turns to a police case.
and am like
What the hell is going on here?
I don’t know this woman
I only rendered help
Why is her body now my problem?
Well my husband showed up and was really mad at me. But that wasn’t the place and time. At last the pastor came. They were really thankful. They broke the news to the children and that followed with a lot of crying and wailing.
They wore some hand gloves, and carried her body out of my car after what was the longgest four hours of my life and asked me to go. I immediately drove off.
As I type this I am shaking, I am sad, I was scolded by husband man.
according to him, Nigeria system is
too Messed up to show kindness and compassion, he was so angry I did not take example from his experience he shared with me.
Apparently doing good isn’t a thing anymore not when the country is such a wicked and sick place.
What is this life about now ?
No more humanity?
There is no room for compassion and kindness anymore.Will I ever render a helping hand to anyone alive and well or in emergency?
My answer is NO.
If things didn’t go the way it did
I might have probably being behind police counter explaining what I don’t know for rendering a helping hand.
My husband police connection adviced him sternly to make sure I don’t come to the police station with the body or to drop any statement. According to her, police aren’t good people and they will twist the case and find a way to hold me just so they can Make money off me.
I keep wondering to myself if I had refused to help her. Like actually look a helpless person in the eye and said no sorry, what would have happened. She probably would have still died. I have been trying to comfort myself with the fact that did what Jesus would do.
Well this is a once in a life time lesson. I am more aware now
Life isn’t as simple as it seems
Now your good can put you in trouble.
You know that saying my good no
go kill me? Well mine almost put me trouble today
My heart goes out to the children and family of the woman.
I hope i can sleep tonight
