Female rapper, Eva Alordiah who recently announced her retirement from the music industry was involved in an auto crash today, March 28, 2016.
The rapper posted on her experience of the crash she survived on her social media. Read below;
The Accident on 28 March 2016 at 1PM
The accident happened at 1:00PM The impact from the car that hit me behind sent my head propelling forward towards my windshield. I was thankfully restrained by my seat belt. The resounding clash of metal and tyres screeching kept on ringing in my head. I could not believe anything could make such a loud bang let alone that I was in an accident.
All of a sudden I realized I was alive. The woman driving in front of me came out of her car. The man who hit me behind came out of his car too. Then he put his two hands on his head the way Nigerians are known to do when they realize they are in deep Sh!t. I thought of My mother and what she would think of her car and this wreck. Then I remembered my life was even more important than a mere car. I blinked and the police arrived and I was too glad to see them. I wasn’t ready to deal with the man who hit my car, who was now rolling himself on the road beside the wreck, hands on head, hands akimbo, hands back on the head. “Ahh! Aye mi!” He was saying. ‘All this one is just film’ I thought to myself.
I looked away from his dramatization and searched out an officer to speak with. “This is my Mom’s car,” I said plainly to the officer who presented himself to me. “Please ensure that this man fixes this damage.” The Police officer nodded vehemently and said “The Police is your friend, don’t worry.” We went to the station. They said we should both write statements. I called my big brother whom I had spoken to when the accident occured. “We are in the Police station in Alausa by the traffic light,” I said when he picked up the phone. He was with me I’m 12minutes.
It wasn’t Until after I had written my statement, Spoken to my Mom and refreshed the events of the afternoon in my mind that I realized the one thing I missed all along. I had been so preoccupied with the thought that someone had hit me and damaged the car that I failed to realize one simple truth….
Here I was worrying about my Mom’s car and a man could have lost his life from his wreckless driving. A child would have missed her father. A mother would have been left to wail and grit her teeth. Friends would have been sent in a state of complete shock. It would have been an irreparable loss and nothing to be compared with whatever damage he had caused my Mom’s car. So as we sat in the police station side by side, I realized my folly and feeling ashamed of myself, I turned to him and said, “Are you OK? ” he nodded.
The look in his eyes was distant. “Is that your car?” I asked. He nodded again. “What do you do?” “Cab driver.” “Is that your cab?,” My tone had eased up and fallen in pitch. When he said “Yes” in response, I immediately felt sorry for him. I call my Mom back to tell her the state of things. She is surprisingly cool for someone with a Car OCD. I tell her everything is under control. She says no problem.
I turn to the man who ran into me. “We thank God for Life,” I said. He nodded again. Then raised his eyes up to the ceiling. There was a God up there. And my mother would never give me her car again. #ButIAmFine #MyGodPassThem #gratitudeAlways