The road to home

by Isah Aliyu Chiroma (Nigeria)

A leap into the unknown Nigeria

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The road to home It was early in the morning,when the light were kept off, the birds were asleept, the road was silent, the street light deemed off. Suddenly I was on the road. It was a journey of thousand miles, where I should find my self within my home. The car was ready as it was stocked with lodges of clothing and food stuff. The driver was a young man of 25 years, with him was his small child of three years. The journey started with just the blink of an eye. It was a memorable one which can't be forgotten. I saw a lot along the way, we passed through cities and towns. We drove to a filling station where we bye some fuel. It was a cold season, when the breeze was ablaze. With the trees waving higher. I picked up my earphone to listen to some music which will drive me away of the street of the journey. Sleep took me away, it was a lion crossing the road as the driver applies the break forcefully. The scaring sound wakes me up and we fall into a River. Where two if the passengers died. Indeed it was a fatal accident. We managed to come out of the car for we can't breath. The glasses were looked and the doors were equally looked. We break the glass to be out of the car. When we were all out, we checked the people that died. And we found the driver dead and a passenger who was sitting close to me. I got scarred, thinking what if I am the one that died. And the driver I look, also thinking of his three years old child who knows nothing but eating and sleeping. How will his life become, how will his education be. When his sponsor is no more. What a horrible day for us and mostly the child of the driver. We searched the other passenger that died and we found his telephone. And we saw a message of his wife saying when coming come with a gift for me and you little girl. How can we call to tell them this situation. We called the ambulance to check other passengers who were Injured. Among them was me, with brushes in my hands and forehead. We were taking to hospital for treatment and we got plastered with badages and some medicine to take. I came out of the hospital to look for the driver's child. I could not found him, but I was told he was taken by the doctor in the hospital. I took the phone of the passenger close to me who died to call his wife and inform her about our current situation. Suddenly the phone rang, to check was his wife calling. I was thinking of answering the call, for I don't know what to tell her. But I have to pick the call. I stand and stretched my troat to make my voice similar to her husband, and I picked. Immedately after picking, the first word she said was I have been calling you and you are not picking and you could not reply to my massage, hope all is well. I smilled and said, the phone was in silent mood and could not see the message until know. Forgive me for the delay. An I told her that we are very close. I end the call by saying greet my little angel. I shock my head and sit down close to a chair behind me. I wipe silently in my heart thinking how will I tell her what happen. But no it might result to something different. I went to the house as her husband after using his phone to call that I am outside so that the door should be open open for me. Seeing me the little girl rushed and jumped into my arms. The mother understands that something is happening. And she could not ask in front of the little girl. She send her in to get something for her. And then I have to voice it out , telling her to take heart and promise to look after them.