my most scariest, I was learning to drive and then i hit on the gate of the high school i was learning in. i was sooooooooo terrified i never laid hand on a car again. spent about 7,000 fixing the front of the car (insurance paid). i started again this year because i really don't have a choice. using the side mirror and seeing other cars behind me send my heart racing even Nl can hear it, 

sigh! make una pray along with me ooo, i need to get my license in less than 2mons time.

my scariest experience was d very first time my mummy asked me 2 cook 4 d house
damn i was scared because u know cooking 4 myself is a different ball game entirely.i
cooked and i can remember i kept peeping at my dad 2 see his reaction.but it ended up fine.

1. A friend was going to drop me off to catch an early morning bus back to Yola around 4am in the morning.
It was still dark and we were branching off to the more dangerous carter bridge and the bridge was virtually empty since it was saturday morning. We came across a car idling by the side of the bridge, a woman was clearly crying out in distress but try as we could we saw no one in the car. Of course my very "brave" friend began reversing towards the car.
I nearly broke his head!!!
There was no help anywhere in sight and the lagoon was the only way out!!! Didnt want to get killed for meddling in someone else's misfortune. Dont know what happened to the poor woman though.

watching sawIII
having a nightmare

i don't really remember for now

during the second rebel attack in freetown .my uncle always liked arguing about politics at a place were most young men his age gather.
when the rebels came into freetown .our house was first on the list . for burning
all of us were very scared, the rebels told us to get out of the house before the count of 5 or be burnt in the home . i was so afraid i just stood dere .my cousins were jumpin as soon as it was my turn .one of the rebels fired a shot near the door .i thought i had been shot .i screamed and he came and told me to move to their side .i was prayin so hard .they took me from street to street .whenever they raped someone i was thinking i'll be next .luckily for me i was saved by Alpha jet it came over were they were standing and they started shooting .i just jumped into one empty gutter.they were shooting and getting themselves killed and forgot about me when the jet left.
i was in there prayin that night falls so i can go back to my family

mukina2:

during the second rebel attack in freetown .my uncle always liked arguing about politics at a place were most young men his age gather.
when the rebels came into freetown .our house was first on the list . for burning
all of us were very scared, the rebels told us to get out of the house before the count of 5 or be burnt in the home . i was so afraid i just stood dere .my cousins were jumpin as soon as it was my turn .one of the rebels fired a shot near the door .i thought i had been shot .i screamed and he came and told me to move to their side .i was prayin so hard .they took me from street to street .whenever they raped someone i was thinking i'll be next .luckily for me i was saved by Alpha jet it came over were they were standing and they started shooting .i just jumped into one empty gutter.they were shooting and getting themselves killed and forgot about me when the jet left.
i was in there prayin that night falls so i can go back to my family

Thank God for Nigeria.

@ muki, congrats 4 making it till this day.

Wow Mukina, that story of yours really moved me.

@David yeah thanks to that Lady in the Jet i have made it this far

@alanbolo thanks

Gnature some others were not so lucky as i was

Meeen, texazzpete, u really made my day with your story. I've never laughed so hard, honestly. Hope u don't like football anymore.

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falling from a high place head first lucky reacted quickly, and stratched my hands escaped luckily with only injuries and broken arm

@ Cute-ass

I am also an ex-student of HIJC. I left after my JS 3 in 97. I heard abt the robbery from a few friends of mine.

What I am about to say may sound off the handle but it's true.

First off, there a saying in the Yoruba language that "He that witness the strike of lightening into the ground will not be around to testify to it".

Well, I happen to be a living witness of this occurrence. It was a regular Saturday morning in Lagos and a light shower had ensued the previous night. I was out to get groceries for the house and just as i turned a corner of the street around where I reside in lagos, this massive orange light struck the earth right in fron of me and instantly animated the wet sands right before me, splashing very hot pebbles that perforated my shirt and stunned my face and arms.

I was stunned and stood rooted to the ground. I figure a man taking refuge under a tent saw what happened and said to me, You are one very lucky son of a gun,

The ended his remark by adding that God must have a reason for sparing my life cause had I stepped one inch further before the lightening struck, it would have struck me smack in the middle of my head and i would have been toast.

It was the scariest, and I understand it doesn't happen twice in a place,

Whoa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@Chimegba, I live in Santa Clara county. Do you?

@mukina
thank God for sparing you oh! thank God!

@ texazzpete, that was an interesting story--couldnt help laughing out

@mukina, i am glad that you survived such an ordeal.

muki thank God for you oh!

Badman888:

falling from a high place head first lucky reacted quickly, and stratched my hands escaped luckily with only injuries and broken arm

he! he! am sure you been think sey , you be superman when it happened

we thank God you did not break your neck!

Muki i amhappy you made it through that ordeal i wish rapists when caught would be castrated and their things given to dogs to devour there is no excuse for rape.

kaysie83:


@ Cute-ass

I am also an ex-student of HIJC. I left after my JS 3 in 97. I heard about the robbery from a few friends of mine.

Please spill out who you are. I graduated from juniorate in "2001" july(that was when we had valeditory) and from your other post, i can see you know Nkechi and Chibugo Ulasi. I'm sure you know who i am, i just don't feel like shouting out my name.
But i'll really love to talk to you, its so exciting to run into someone you attended the same school with. Gosh! i'm so excited

@ muki

may the name of the Lord be praised _halleluya
because if he does not watch over the house, the watchers watch in vain

@ika,spoilt,monshege cute-ass and hannydarl thanks  

God sure moves in mysterious ways

It was inside the plane. Some months after the bellview crash, I had to travel by bellview, around spain region we encountered a serious air turbulence, which shook the aircraft for almost an hour. I was trembling with fear, praying deep inside of me that a crash doesn't happen, or emergency landing coz that was my first time in the plane. It wasn't funny that day because everyone on board had to pray, irrespective of their religion except for few ones, I HAD MY HEART IN MY MOUTH, It was the scarriest day of my life!

, was only 9, sitting @ d edge of Dad's Truck in traffic, suddenly Dad moves the truck and I go headfirst, legs in the air down the asphalt road, but uncle grabs my shirt and hurls me back in, was terrified

@moondust

Ewo!!

they must have given you a good beating before they thanked God for that uncle of yours with good reflexes

mukina how do you go through an ordeal like this and remain sane?

War is a terrible thing,the stories from the Nigerian/Biafran civil war that were told me are chilling especially about soldiers capturing women including people wives and keeping them as sex slaves.
Many of these women became mental after the ordeal.
Men can be animals

babyosisi:

mukina how do you go through an ordeal like this and remain sane?

War is a terrible thing,the stories from the Nigerian/Biafran civil war that were told me are chilling especially about soldiers capturing women including people wives and keeping them as sex slaves.
Many of these women became mental after the ordeal.
Men can be animals

sometimes this things make  us strong
they make us value who we are .
i got lucky but some of my friends did not
some were killed when they refused to be raped .they were gang- raped to death
it was sad . really sad .
mine will be better  if you hear others you will never wish war on any country

some were killed when they refused to be raped .they were gang- raped to death

@mukina

i sometimes wonder how callous a gang of men have to be to gang rape a woman till she actually gives up the ghost. . God have mercy. i once read of a true story of a woman who was gang raped by idi amins soldiers and lived to tell the story. about 200 of them. she was raped by idi amin then handed over to his drunken soldiers in the barracks to finish up. it actually put the fear of rape in me in a way i cant explain. for the longest of time i was extra cautious looking over my shoulder and into the bushes waiting for someone to pounce on me. its crazy!

im just really happy for you that you escaped unscathed. Thank God.

1999:
my old man was coming in.my mum, the driver and i were at the airport to pick him up. his flight was supposed to touch down at 4pm.it hadn´t come in by 6pm, 8pm, 12am, eventually he came in about 1am. i thought we would stay in the airport till dawn, but he was in a hurry to get home.so we took off.we were headed for festac, which should be a straight route from MMA.but we took a wrong turn somewhere, and found ourselves at apapa.all that talk about lagos being he city that never sleeps is just that, talk.apapa was dead.no living thing in sight.the next thing we knew, a suzuki jeep pulled up next to us and a guy barked 'park your car!' we told the driver to floor it.we took off, the jeep in pursuit.at intervals, the jeep would catch up, we would outrace it, looking back, i could see one of the occupants firing into the air.we were scared, we didn´t know where we were. the next thing, we saw an opertion sweep checkpoint straight ahead of us and we pulled over.it turned out the guys chasing us were operation sweep. of course, knowing nigerian police, i don´t want to think of what might have happened if we had stopped for our pursuers.they never bothered to identify themslevs.no id, no 'Police!'.anyway, after some shouting, threats ,kicking of the 'stubborn' driver´s ass, etc, we settled them and they escorted us to festac.

2003
i was on site at jebba power station with my co workers.we had finished work early.we were waiting for oga to come in from abuja to inspect our work.we had 2 hours to kill.i couldn't see myself spending two hours doing nothing.i´m from ilorin and ilorin was 30 to 45 minutes away.i figured i´d take a ride from the kabu kabu that ply the road and get to ilorin in 30 mins, see my guys, gist a little, get back in time for oga.very dumb mathematics(in retrospect).anyway, i entered a starlet with four other passengers and headed for ilorin.the road is very, very narrow.it can barely take two cars.suddenly, straight ahead of us was a trailer.there was a second trailer trying to overtake it.the driver did not slow down when he saw us.the two trailers took up the entire road.they kept on coming, we had to swerve off the road into the surrounding bush.the driver lost control and the car swerved in a zigzag pattern back across the road, behind the trailers ,and there was another trailer coming right behind the two 'speed racers'!we were all screaming prayers, i was certain i was dead, or sentenced to a long long time in orthopedics wards. the car ended up in the bush.we were all right,just a little shaken.the driver was able to drive back onto the road, and we continued on our way.those assholes in the trailers, true to their nature, never stopped to see what they had almost done.

2003
i was coming from site at ph, headed for lagos.this was the (then) height of crises in the niger delta.we passed through a town, and the roadblocks had soldiers with sand bags, guns on tripods, the whole nine yards.it was just me and the company driver.maybe we were between warri and ughelli, i´m not sure.it was raining heavily, i was dozing off.the next thing i knew, we were pulling over. i found myself face to face with a mopol.the man started shouting what kind of driving are you people doing, are you trying to kill us?you almost knocked us off the bridge!don´t worry, we will deal with you!. oya come!the next thing i knew, i was bundled into a pickup, and we took off.the mopol had a very very lousy woman with him, who kept emphasising his threats.you stupid people, you almost killed us, we will put you in cell, i knew what they wanted, so we negotiated. we pulled over. the company driver was yakking some nonsense to me, wetin dey for cell, all i could think of was

1) i´m in the middle of nowhere in a warzone
2) i have no phone
3) if we got to a police station, knowing nigerain police, i might suddenly morph into a thief or armed robber, get stripped to my briefs, have my photo taken with cutlass, matchete, guns, , get branded as a militant,

so i settled the mopol , and we continued on our journey.that weekend i bought a phone.of course, in retrospect, the mopol ran an intimidation scam on me,

February 2007
my laptop was misbehaving.it was shutting down at random, with no rhyme or reason.the information gleaned from the internet on the problem was not reassuring, my hard disk(60gb) might be on the brink of a crash.fortunately, i had an external hard drive (80gb)that held backups of all my work files, and 60% of the installation files for my apps.that weekend, my brother came in with his laptop.as i´d done several times before, i connected my external hard drive to his laptop to transfer some files to him.and the drive was not recognized.the file system was no longer NFTS, but RAW.there was a message, 'the file directory is missing or corrupted'.i reconnected the hard drive to my system, and i got the same message.
to say 'i no get myself' would have been an understatement.there i was , my laptop on the brink of a possible failure, and my backup(over 1 1/2 years of work) was toast!i was almost crying.for the whole of the following week, I was a wreck, searching for data recovery software, and praying my system would not take that inopportune moment to leave me up the creek.anyway, i was able to recover my files, reformat the disk, and replace the files.as soon as i get some doe, i´ll replace my system,


i think Mukina´s story is the scariest of them all.we have to all pray(and do our bit) to ensure that Nigeria never slides into anarchy.

It was in year 2000. As I was coming from Aba to Onitsha, the bus I entered almost had a collision with an on coming luxurious bus. Actually my driver was on top speed and careless with his manner of driving that very day.
Right from the moment we left Aba, we kept warning him to take it easy, for where? He went on firing until we approached a village close to Onitsha, and saw a fast moving bus coming from the opposite direction.
What we saw next was that our driver started to overtake a car in front of us. It became difficult to do that, because the car in front somehow increased its speed as the luxurious bus was getting nearer.
The funny thing was that instead of our driver to come back to his lane, he still insisted on overtaking and getting crushed by the big bus.
At this moment, everybody in the bus had no option than to start praying that God should deliver us. We start calling Jesus, shouting and crying aloud.
Infact, personally, I had earlier closed my eyes, said my last prayer until all of a sudden, I opened my eyes to see that we have landed in a nearby bush. Infact when we came out, we raised serious abuses on our driver and threatened to arrest him for driving recklessly and wanting to kill us without any cause.

@spoilt .they were more like animals .drugged and vicious
and yeah i lost some pals to that .
we were very young then ranging from 11 to 15 yr olds

near rape
accident on my way back to school