A slice of God’s grace.
Barely five seconds after I fastened the seat belt, the Mercedes SUV flew from nowhere into the junction and ultimately into me and my friend. Then a bang! The impact was so bad the front of the two cars succumbed before it sent one tumbling into the cold embrace of a third car. I found myself struggling to manoeuvre the steering out of harm’s way. It manoeuvred us instead unto a pavement — the brake we needed eventually.
It all began and ended before we realized it.
Wuse, Friday, so it didn’t take long before the heavy traffic turned its gaze on us: ‘Are you the one driving?’, ‘Are you injured?’, ‘Who’s in the other car?’, ‘Hope nobody died?’, ‘Sit down, sit down, don’t stand yet,’ ‘Thank God for life.’
Someone even muttered, ‘this is a miracle o.’ It could have been worse, they said, and someone could have easily died in the crash. Here’s why I believe them:
The questions rolled out just as the camera lights did. Interestingly, one onlooker had a bigger priority: The car battery. He had successfully removed it to escape in a cab waiting by the road. A hot chase resulted in both back to where they belong: the battery in safe hands and the thief into the street. “People are something else,” one man said in shock. “Have you not seen people robbed at accident scenes and their bodies abandoned?” another chipped in.
Dazed, I looked on as the bang reechoed in my head while the scene was on forced replay. We deliberated, argued, and analysed the incident for the next couple of hours. Most importantly, we thanked God there were no injuries.
It was a slice of God’s grace. And I am sharing this in thanksgiving, grateful for that.