Coldfeets:


Old man, the issue here is not about whether you believe in God or not.

The issue is you acting like the Pharisee in the Bible(Luke 18:10 - 14).

fun1:
ehyaa.sorry o.

Ishilove:
When the keke I boarded two years ago took a tumble and just kept on dragging on the floor without end...in the middle of the express way. I heard someone screaming manaically, and it was when the keke finally halted after what seemed like forever that I realised I was the person screaming.

That day, I emerged from the wreckage bruised, bloodied and with a sobering realisation that life is very very fragile. It is hanging on a thin thread and can snap in less than a second.

bigpicture001:
..yes..jesus can save one person and leave the other to die..even wen the two persons are in same location

sonofluc1fer:

How far?

sonofluc1fer:

Yeah, they did. There was no water at the airport. Burnt to death. Couldn't find their corpse.

leofab:
you reason like a fool.. if he is sadist so what about all the commenters and Jessa on the thread you inclusive.

idibelle13:

God will console you bro

UrennaNkoli:
Mine was watching a child fall from the 3rd floor of a building. I was talking with some friends while the boy was in the 3rd floor of his parents playing then somehow, he fell off from such a huge distance. I watched in disbelief as people quickly rushed to the scene and had the child taken to the hospital immediately. Luckily the child survived.

Second was a beggar who lived on my street. He was starving and had no option but to beg for help. Each day going to work, I gave him what I could afford. Traveled for some weeks and I saw him down to just a bag of bones. Next day he was already dead. For about a week his body was still there and no one cared.

one of my scariest was when I almost had a head on collision with a tanker while traveling. Within a fraction of a second of colliding we somehow veered to the other side of the road. Worst still I was at the drivers seat where the damage would have been worse. Honestly I was seconds away from death..

Last on my most traumatic was witnessing a murder scene. I don't even want to talk about it..

tonididdy:
2014 a gun was pointed to my face...i swear I saw heaven that day.

I went to write NDU post-utme in bayelsa, the road to the school is a narrow one of so many curves and bridges (cos the school is on an island). I was coming from portharcourt where there was a 7pm curfew strictly no movement.

the exams ended at about 5.30pm for me, I had to go back to PH ad I didn't know anyone I could pass the night with in the school. it was difficult getting a Bus back to PH that evening prolly due to the curfew but alas a truck � with a model man in front as a passenger came around demanding passengers to PH, without any second thoughts I hopped in along with 2other students who were en route to PH.

the journey kicked off, I knew I was taking a risk because I would never be in PH before 7pm, just few minutes into the journey, we noticed cars reversing and alerting other cars a robbery was on going in front of our path...Jesus and it was dark already, the mopol man in front seat ordered the driver to reverse back to the last police check point we had passed earlier for reinforcement (what! you mean una want use me take go catch thieves). I couldn't hop down as it was dark and a highway for that matter, I was just praying and mY heart beat trippled per second. two extra mopol with their guns jumped into the back of the truck and off we were to a 'rescue mission'...getting to the scene of the robbery...all had dispersed and the mopols came down and started shooting in the air....i was just screaming lol, as the gunshots were next to my ear....next thing...some persons started screaming from inside the thick bushes "don't shoot...dont shoot oh, we are passengers", they were passenger from the bus that got robbed and had scattered into the Bush for safety.

we didn't stay longer after that as the original mopol had instructed the driver we should continue our journey...which we did and left the other two mopols behind at the scene. I was shaking with fear accompanied with cold from being in the back of an open truck on high speed at night...it wasn't Upto a 2mins ride I noticed we were no longer 3 in the back of the truck but 4...so the other guys started a conversation with the new guy about why he was on our ride and behold he claimed to be the driver from the bus that had been robbed and he stuck his right hand out and he had a pistol pointing to my face saying he wrestled it off one of the robbers...i blacked out for many secs...i begged him to please remove it from my face and if truly he was who he claimed he was that he should summit the pistol to the mopol man in front...we alerted the driver and the mopol man of the situations on ground and we had to drive back again to the checkpoint to return the driver and the pistol.

Finally we entered PH around 12am...i was trekking on the streets with my two hand up in surrender form as I trekked the rest of the journey home alone. I could hear a pin drop as I did.

richiepolymer:
Are you guys sure you want to read my own experiences? Hmm......I've had more than 10 traumatic experiences but let me choose one to share.

Way back , when I was in SS3 about to write my SSCE. I remember I and my cousin went to a midweek all night church service somewhere distant from home. Preparation for the SSCE exam was in high gear and we couldn't afford to miss any revision class. At about past 12:00am I told my cousin we had to leave and go ho.e so we could make it to class later that nor ing else we would be late and the punishment unthinkable. As we made to leave, our next compound neighbour with whom we share same fence, a prince in the town noticed and joined us to go home. Seems he had been waiting for an opportunity to go home too. We were happy he joined us because he would help us all through the vigilante road blocks since he is a prince.
Just as we were walking along the road were the general hospital morgue was, suddenly something appeared before the three of us.....glowing, in a white long dress with hair very close to the ground with a smaller being just like a kid in the same appearance. I remember the thing saying "hey we have met again" with arms spread out. Guys! The elderly man (prince) took off into the darkness, my cousin took off also, I just quietly froze and tiptoed away from their path. I felt my blood turn to ice that night. My head was heavy like it was filled with dead weight. I turned back if I could see anything. I didn't see a damn thing! When I later caught up with my cousin and the neighbour, I met them panting and asking what the thing was. How was I supposed to know? Imagine the agbaiya man asking me what it was. We couldn't sleep till daybreak. It wasn't hard to notice us in class that all wasn't well. Our countenance was dull. And one classmate asked why we were behaving as if we had seen a ghost. The way we turned and looked at the guy enh? Hahahaha. So when people with fixated beliefs about this world say all sorts, I just smile. If you haven't had first experience on some of these spooky stuff you may not believe let Aline understand.

JaffyJoe:


One of the things I can never bear myself to watch. Man on man barbarism. Never watched Aluu4 till date.

liberalchick:


Happy Birthday!!

shinarlaura:
The most tramautic event I ve witnessed is being involved in a ghastly train accident that killed more than 600 people and more than 700 people were seriously wounded.

I still can't believe am alive today..

dljbd1:

Definitely not Nigeria

Afam4eva:
The most scary thing that i have ever witnessed was when i was probably around 7 years old in a village called Elimgbu in the outskirts of porthacourt. The village is divided by a road that leads to the airport at Omagwa...So, we were playing football in front of an Asemblies of God church and the ball made it's way to the road and one of us made an attempt to go pick it from the road and he was hit by a speeding vehicle and he died on the spot. His mom was on the other side of road feeling pity for the child that just got hit without realizing that it was her child. The boy's name was "Avis" or "Elvis".

Another scary ish happened in 2002 when i was at my house on Allen Avenue and heard a very loud sound on the roof. "Who is playing ball on the roof", i said to myself. It happened again and again and it caused a lot of panic. Only for us to turn on the TV or is it radio and heard the then governor of Lagos state telling people not to panic. Nibo? We zoomed off towards Lagos-Ibadan expressway but while on our way, we saw the scariest thing ever. Nigerians of all creed and tribes were running and begging people to please carry them in their cars. A woman was telling us to just carry her child while she waits for her fate. it was really scary and as we got to Lagos-Ibadan, there were tons of cars parked by the road side waiting fr the next course of action. That day was scary.

The third one happened when i was serving at Mmahu community in Ohaji/Egbema in Imo state. My girlfriend wasn't feeling too well, so on the advise of another corper, i have her * (can't remember the name of the drug) which she took and started vomiting uncontrollably. We had to take her to the maternity hospital in the village and after she was attended to, we had to come back for a few more days. Now, on one of the subsequent days, we went to the hospital in the evening and as we entered, the entire place was like a grave yard. On entering, we saw a little child laying on the bare floor. On getting to the counter, i heard the mother of the child, some of her people and the nurses conversing in Igbo and i learned that the chid had dad. The mother had to back her dead child and walk to the mortuary.

Rozaytee:
i dont even wanna remember dat aluu shit...i still feel sad anytime i remember it...it was crazy mehn

sonofluc1fer:

Yeah, they did. There was no water at the airport. Burnt to death. Couldn't find their corpse.

reminiscing:

God know best. Sorry for the loss

sonofluc1fer:

God knows nothing. Thanks anyway.

reminiscing:

That is too harsh to say.

UrennaNkoli:
did you by any means attend BMHS ijegun?

okikiosibodu:
Hmmmm. Just as this thread might be perceived to be full of terror and bitterness, others see it as a way of relieving their embittered heart. Two incidents I wil never forget....
1st, the day I lost my dad: my dad left Nigeria for USA when I was 3yrs old. I have no memory of seeing him physically... Only pictures and we used to talk on phone (mostly around midnight in Nigerian time). He was my greatest supporter in my aspiration to be a pilot right from primary school (though now I don't know how that dream wil come to fulfillment but I just know it will). He kept on calling several time during the day and requested to speak with my mum, but she was at work and didn't take her phone. It was the first time ever I recollect him calling during the day and he did that several times. He then promised to call us the next day... But he never did. It's about 12yrs now and I was in Jss3 then but his voice stil lingers in my head til date. I miss him. My first memory ever of seeing him physically was during the Christian wake keeping.
2nd was the day I gained admission into the university, and the day I graduated with a second class-upper division.... My mum was the happiest person on earth. She was happier than me myself. I am the last born having 3 elder siblings that are at least 10yrs older than me. She was shedding tears of joy, singing and praising God. After a while I couldn't hold it but join her in the tears cos I really wished my dad was alive to witness my success and reap the fruit of his Labour. God knows best.
One thing I have learnt in life is that your situation is still far better than someone else's own out there, no matter how bad you think yours is. Some never got to know their fathers (no pictures, no calls, no care) and during my stay in the university, I have come across friends that had irresponsible fathers.
Wow! Can't be life how light hearted I feel now. Almost shedding tears missing my dad now but yet I feel relieved.
Rest on Olumuyiwa Osibodu

Chartey:

I don't want to sound insensitive but I feel you should credit the doctors who operated on you to save you in the nick of time rather than praise and worship. If they didn't, no praise and worship would have saved you.

wman:


That's the school I attended. 07 set.
The thought came to my mind too when I read his comment.