30/03/2024
My friend and I, a close companion, my manager, who is an older brother, experienced an unfortunate incident on March 30th of last year. It occurred on a Thursday when we were riding a motorcycle together. I was seated at the back while he occupied the middle position. Regrettably, the rider who transported us was under the influence of drugs, unbeknownst to us. Suddenly, a vehicle appeared in our path, and our motorcycle collided with it head-on. The last thing I recall was exclaiming "Aboki" in alarm.
Upon regaining consciousness, I discovered that my friend had already been rushed to the hospital. The scene was filled with blood, as he had suffered from internal bleeding due to a ruptured small intestine. His abdomen had been torn open, and I not only experienced bleeding but also sustained a deep cut on my right hand. Eyewitnesses of the accident reported that I had been propelled into the air, landing on the car's bonnet and hitting my head against the windscreen. However, when I awoke, my injuries were limited to the cut on my hand. Miraculously, my left leg was spared from being struck by a piece of metal due to my phone, which had been compressed in my pocket, absorbing the impact. Unfortunately, my phone was beyond repair.
Upon arriving at the hospital, my friend's condition was critical. The doctor who attended to him determined that his abdomen was swelling and swiftly inserted a syringe, causing a significant outpouring of blood. Subsequently, my friend was rushed into the operating room, where his abdomen was opened from top to bottom in order to perform surgery. A few hours later, the doctor emerged and declared that he had done his part, leaving the rest to God. The atmosphere was heavy with sadness, and we had almost given up hope. However, by the grace of Christ, my friend regained consciousness not long after and inquired about the situation. He remained in the hospital for several months, needing oxygen on a daily basis.
After a month, complications arose when fluids accumulated in his chest, necessitating another operation. On the third day of our hospital visits, I was discharged, while my friend continued his recovery. The underlying message of this story is that "God is alive" and it was through His intervention that we were saved. When the accident occurred, I had appeared lifeless since I was not breathing, leading those around me to assume I had perished. Consequently, they focused their efforts on rescuing my friend, as he was alive but unable to communicate, drenched in his own blood. This sequence of events conveyed a profound message from God: had I been prioritized and taken to the hospital first, my friend may not have survived.
In conclusion, if you dare to dismiss God from your life, be prepared to witness how the devil will manipulate and toy with you... Ire oooh
