T H E 8 T H W O N D E R O F T H E W O R L D ... - Naijamania

Prologue
“It is a lazy ant
that goes looking
for food during a
heavy flood.”
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African Proverb
My Good (Nigerian) Samaritan kept encouraging me not to give
up. He decided to return to the place where he picked me up to
enable him to scout the area for any clue to my identity.
Meanwhile, my friend, Arome, had called my cell phone three
times. A strange voice finally answered. That was when he suspected
that something had gone terribly wrong. He drove to my
house only for him to see my car parked on the road, close by.
As Arome got out of his car, he saw a trail of blood. He ran to
my car to see if I was there but it was empty. Then he called my
father.
My dad came out to meet Arome. When he saw the blood, he
nearly passed out. That was when my Good (Nigerian) Samaritan
arrived back at the scene. On seeing my dad and Arome, he
explained to them all that had happened from the time he had
picked me up.
My dad and Arome ran to the jeep to confirm if it was me. When
they saw me, they could not believe it. I was a sight to behold - a
mess of blood and dirt. They quickly jumped into the jeep and my
dad directed my Good (Nigerian) Samaritan to the family hospital.
Arome was in tears. He just could not believe what had happened
to me.
I passed on before we got to the hospital. As they say, I was brought
in dead. It was our family doctor that broke the bad news to my father,
who wept uncontrollably. His only child was no more.
My dad kept asking, “How could this have happened?”
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