04/03/2023
Congratulations to Iheagwazi Mmesoma Marvelous, the winner of our weekly challenge "Scary Experience Challenge".
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A SCARY EXPERIENCE IN MY LIFE
I had the most traumatizing experience 11 years back, in 2012.
With the serene atmosphere came that refined morning glow which lighted up the house; the city had become a unique moment of joy and calmness, itтАЩs Sunday morning. I dressed up to go to church on that faithful sunday morning. I have always been the leader of every children activities in church, and that sunday is childrenтАЩs sunday. In my pink nice dress, I stepped out of the house heading to church and looking pretty, yes I was looking so gorgeous, I mean which child wouldnтАЩt look that exceptional on childrenтАЩs sunday? I got so many compliments on my nice outfit while I was trekking to church because our church is close by and I wanted to go early, thatтАЩs why I left my mom and siblings to come with the car while I trek.
On getting to church, the activities for the childrenтАЩs sunday kick-started and literally everyone was in awe of my performance; I led the children choir team, bible quiz, drama presentation, draw your sword game, to mention but a few. I saw the smiles on my mumтАЩs face seeing people applaud her precious daughter. The smiles on my momтАЩs face was contagious. Marvelous Me continued to entertain the public with our songs and drama presentation. Our pastor and his wife was so happy including the church members. I felt fulfilled seeing those claps and compliments. I love God more than anything, I would do anything for God, hence I always give my all in every church activities. It was all shades of fun throughout the presentations.
After our songs, drama and draw your sword presentations, I became famished. I met my mom where she was sitting at the youth choir side, my mom is a chorister as well. I whispered to her ear that I was hungry, at first she frowned her face because she told me earlier to eat before going to church, but i refused to oblige to her suggestion, because I have already gotten used to not eating on sunday morning. I had to convince her that I will be back shortly since our house is close by. After contemplating, my mom allowed me to go home and eat, notwithstanding her initial disapproval. So, I left immediately. At the road side, I was trying to look well before crossing the roadтАжтАж.That was all I could remember, and then in the next three days, Marvelous Me sneezed and woke up in the hospital bed.
I was so dumbfounded as to why I woke up in the hospital. I tried to sit up but my whole body was glued to the hospital bed as a result of the severe injuries I sustained. I started asking questions in tears. My mom, church members, our pastor and his wife alongside family friends that were around started telling me all that happened, how I was in coma for three days and how God saved me. I was shocked. The nurses came with their own testimony about me telling them where I came from and where I was going to, with my parents name right in my unconscious state. That was how they were able to locate my mom in the church. At this point, I started shedding uncontrollable tears. Who am I that the Lord is so mindful of me. I was told that a man knocked me down with his jeep and was running, not knowing I was under his car.
He was running with me under his vehicle. God!!!. Some passers-by who saw what was happening started chasing him. They stopped him and brought me out under his car and the man picked race again. A kind bike man who saw that the man ran off again started chasing him single handedly with his motorcycle to stop him, I mean why will he run away like that. The kind bike man on his way to stop the man, had accident and died at the spot. He died because of me. I was so broken listening to my mom and the nurses telling me these stories. I asked God why. Why would he allow this innocent man to die because of me. I cried my eyes out not minding that IтАЩm still in pains. There were so much goosebumps on my skin, I was bitter, vulnerable and scared. In my mind, Marvelous Me was just existing and not living. The nurses told me how my mom was praying loudly in tears reminding God of how I am a fervent worker in his vineyard, that he canтАЩt allow his own to die.
All I did was to cry because I was speechless. Agony and sorrow became my daily food. I always cry to thank God for saving me and speaking through me while I was unconscious, and then I also cry when I remember that someone died because of me. My dad came back to Anambra state when he heard what happened, he cried for the very first time seeing me in that condition. My parents were devastated. The doctor said I might not walk again. But my parents and I believed in GodтАЩs report and not doctorтАЩs report. I walked with crutches for 3 months while we were hoping on God for a miracle. In the second month, the date for the kind manтАЩs burial came up. My parents sponsored the burial. On the day of the burial, I pleaded with my parents to go with them to at least see the co**se of this kind man that died because of me, my parents refused, saying that IтАЩm not fit to go out.
I kept on pleading with them to carry me along but they refused. I really wanted to go see his co**se and pray for him. My parents denied me the access to go with them, but I never stopped praying for this kind man till date. I always pray he make heaven. The thought of him alone makes me tear up. I donтАЩt know him and he doesnтАЩt know me either, but he died for me. A scary experience indeed. My earnest prayer is for him to make heaven and that God will keep protecting and providing for his family. As my parents and I always believe in GodтАЩs report, after 3 months I started walking on my own without bending. This kind God! I grew up from a teenager to an Adult with the heartbreaking scars I got from the ghastly accident. But seeing the scars everyday reminds me of GodтАЩs love for me and his faithfulness. May the soul of the kind man continue to rest in peace, Amen.
People have got scary experience in their lives and mine is no exception. However, itтАЩs of paramount importance to share your story. It could be a source of strength to anyone reading it. My name is Marvelous and this is my story.
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