I don't know if I was a driver in my previous life but I was part of those people that learnt how to drive a car with the mouth and movement of the eyes.

Before I ever held a steering, I could use my big mouth to press brake, change gear, dodge a big pothole and push the accelerator to form James Bond on the highway. When the insult was getting too much about my plenty mouth, I enrolled for driving classes. I started learning with a manual car but the whole clutch and gear wahala made me to drop out of the driving lessons.

One day, I finally decided that I was going to learn how to drive for real. I got a friend's friend who is a driver to teach me. We started on a school field and in about two hours, I was already driving on a lonely road around my area.

In the afternoon of the same day, we went to FRSC office and I got my driving permit. We drove around town for a while and there was no issue. My teacher was even commending my strong hands and ability to navigate well behind the wheels.

Around 4:00pm, my teacher had an emergency call to go and pick his boss from the airport. So, he had no option than to leave me with all the lessons and commendations he had showered on my swelling head all day.

After he left me to the hands of God and my handiwork, everything I thought I knew about driving vanished from my head like magic. I was afraid but I had to drive back the car to the office to go and return to the owner.

I started the engine very carefully like it was an egg. Without removing the gear or hand brake from the park mode, I stepped on the accelerator mercilessly and all I got was a long motionless voooooooooooooooooom that attracted the attention of pedestrians in my front. They all ran to one corner like headless chickens.

I laid my head on the steering and asked God for mercy. With enough adrenaline pumped into my heart by angel Nicodemous, I finally started the car and was moving slowly like a snail for about 4km.

When I successfully moved the car to my junction, the police guys there were waving at me to stop. Honestly, I wanted to stop but due to the mental interruption, I couldn't remember which was the brake or the accelerator and I just pressed one of them.

It was the God of my father that saved me from killing two police officers. My jittery legs were dancing Awilolokomba and I mistakenly fired up the car as the policemen scampered to safety.

When I finally arrived at the office, I was shaking like a jelly fish for about 30 minutes before I regained myself. I shared the testimony on my WhatsApp status that night and people were like wow, wow, wow, wow.

The next morning, I still drove the car to Utako to go and pick some flower pots for my madam. What doesn't kill you will only strengthen your bones and tendons.