It happened so fast, a loud bang shattering the little calm I was experiencing since our last encounter with the police. It was frantic and clamorous, almost ripping into my soul to murder the inner peace I had groomed throughout my adult life.
For me, there was not enough time to say a little prayer, asking God to receive my soul, not that he would listen seeing as I had just untangled coitally from amaka a few short hours ago. In a split second, everyone were screaming, calling the spirit being by so many names making me wonder which he would respond to. I even heard the stout Hausa man bellowing on his version of the spirit being to come save him, but to me there was simply not enough time.
Then came the inevitable cries of agony as our bus stood still after the heavy collision. I turned to my right and the young beautiful lady I had flirted with earlier was almost unrecognizable as blood trickled down from her forehead and nose, she must have hit hard. The Hausa man was groaning in pain and I couldn't tell if it was from the red blob on his stoic face where his right eye used to be, or from his leg that was caught between the now crushed metal that used to be a seat. I was afraid to think about the damage done to my own body, not bringing myself to poke into the pain my brain was already sending all over me.
Afraid of the spill over from my little escapade seeing as nobody knew of my whereabouts and as I was lifted up a and placed in an ambulance a few hours later, without any sort of weight on my legs, I imagined how my lovely wife would take this. I knew she would nurse me back to health, then make the rest of my life hell literally. Hello Lucifer.