So today marks the 8th year when I, four of my siblings, mum and our driver journeyed down to the east from the north(Yola) for Christmas.
The journey was going smoothly and fine. We even stopped at some point to eat what mom prepared because the driver complained that he was starving, after that, the journey continued and the driver began to speed so much, we cautioned him to slow down which he did at some point but continued after wards which this time around, jumped a wood that was placed on a check point. I remember the soldier at the check point warning the driver and advised us to keep cautioning him because he wasn't comfortable with the speed. It wasn't up to 20min after his warning that we collided with a trailer that was carrying bags of flour in it.
"Our car was rotating in the air and forcefully came down, moving towards a ditch which to the glory of God was held by a small stone in its front."
Our car was badly crushed and was bringing out so much smoke but through the mercies of God, i, my siblings and mum didn't sustain any injury, though our driver had a serious cut on his head which made him bleed so much but didn't lead to death. To our uttermost suprise, those in trailer all died at the spot. It really amazes me till today of how we all came out without any injury, it was indeed a miracle and a prove of God's unending love towards me and my family. I am grateful to him for life and finding me worthy of his grace.
Celebrating God's mercy