It was a cold Tuesday morning and I left my place of residence in Bwari, Abuja for Lagos via a commercial bus.
It had been a stressful week and I was fatigued.
So I decided to travel home to be with my family, since I hadn't seen them in months.
My dad and I
I arrived at the car park around past 6am that fateful Tuesday morning and the bus took off around 10am.
I prayed immediately I boarded the bus and slept off.
We passed through several states; Kogi, Benue, Edo, Ondo, Oyo and finally Lagos State.
But, en route Ondo State, I was awoken by screams and the awful smell of blood.
The speeding bus ran into a truck and somersaulted a couple of times before landing in a nearby bush.
Everything happened in a split second and all I could think of was my family who was waiting for me.
My uncle, cousin and I
I was strangely at peace even while suspended in the air, smiling, knowing fully well that I was safe with HIM-GOD.
The moment we landed passers-by began screaming: They are dead they are dead!.
There was blood everywhere and everyone else seemed to be unconscious.
I was at the back seat and watched as people came to carry the passengers down.
I alighted the bus unaided with no bruises, no bleeding and no broken bones!.
The only thing that broke was my phone's screen(hence the reason i haven't been active online).
The remaining 11 passengers were rushed to nearby hospitals because some were bleeding badly.
My next of kin was called and my dad and 
I slept over at the hospital, so I could be observed for bleeding...
I was finally discharged Wednesday noon after a series of scans and x-rays.
I am grateful for being alive and being able to share this testimony with you all.
I am perfectly fine and in good health, although I would need to change my phone as I am posting this from a neighbour's laptop.
God is good and faithful and He never fails to keep us from harm.
HALLELUJAH