OCT 22, 2018.

Yes, I’m a good keeper of dates. It’s not that I always choose to remember every details of everything that has happened to me, or happening. But naturally, I just find myself in that boat. I have a fleet of memories that never left my head even when I seriously wanted to. My mind is naturally plagued on them.

Back to the reason for this, it was a beautiful Monday morning as I’ve seen it to be. I woke up on a happy mood, fully active and full of strength. Then, I had this deep love for riding bikes - I wasn’t good enough with it, so I make sure I always utilize any available opportunity to improve myself. My day got energized when I saw one bike resting beautifully. I was happy.

I had the boxer brand under my control. Collected the key, and set out for my usual practice, all by myself. As it’s been known, all Man for himself. I was moving at a very good pace, and had a good balancing, though, while coming, I nearly had collision with another bike - a DPO for that matter. I’m glad collision theory didn’t manifest in my life. That could have turned to be a full disaster. The collision would’ve been terribly bad; the speed would affect. While in reality, I never knew another one is awaiting me. But, all thanks to Almighty.

I toured my usual checkpoints without any challenges, or problem. It was time to head back home, and give myself ratings on my latest development. I navigated to my junction. Lo, and behold, I didn't know what happened, I just knew that the accelerator/turtle was raised to the peak, it's been highly raised, that I had no idea on what to do. I could have released the turtle and the speed will come to rest, but being an amateur then, I had no clue.

Stepping on brake didn’t even occur to me. My head and mind was blank. I was just using one mind to pray, while hoping for a saving idea to pop up in my head.. You know why? Because I was out of option, and I could literally do nothing. The speed was still at that same pace, until I dabbled into a pit - the way to my house from the junction isn’t good. That pit changed the whole thing, and landed me on the floor, while the bike was landed in another direction. I didn’t even remember the bike.

I was conscious at first. Yes, I wanted to stood up, and man up. But the impact of the damage couldn’t let me. I tried using my hand to lift myself up, by leaning on it, I couldn’t achieve that. I noticed inactivity in the hand, and had to check to see what’s happening. Guy, the hand broke at a very delicate point. The lower part of the hand, below the elbow to the wrist was the affected area. It broke at a midpoint between that part. Can you see the delicateness of the situation.

My voice was gone, and I became incapacitated to do anything. I felt like lying down there, I became weak, and tired while holding onto it. My whole life seemed crumbled right in front of me. I started calling "mom" with the low pitched voice I still had in possession. It took minutes before she could eventually hear my calling. Alas! She heard, and I was rushed to a practitioner. For you to know how bad it was, I had to use my right hand to hold the broken hand till we got to the place. I could also feel the point of breakage, it's clear and obvious to note. E cut completely.

The pain I felt during the course of setting the hand was something I never imagined I'd have passed through, even in dark moments. The pain I felt throughout the first 5 night after the incident made me realized the worthiness of good health, and beyond. Omoor, day dey tey break. May Almighty Allah grant all the sick ones wellness (Afiyah). Ameeen. It's tough out there. I always say it, nothing beats good health.

See, waking up on a good day, and ending it on a bad note should always be part of our daily plans. In life, we should always expect more. Nobody can tell. In all situations, always be prepared. All in all, pray, give thanks to Allah, eat good food, live a worthy life, cherish those that cherish you, and be an exemplary one to the younger ones. Nothing is promised. I learnt alot from that incident. And I hope you do factor one or two, too.

© Babátúndé Olábòdé (GMNSE).
Oct 22, 2018.