The day a lorry ran into my car on Gbagada express way
Peep the "Ajagbe ejo" that ran into my car on Gbagada expressway on the 19th of April last year. Safety is not the absence of danger, but the presence of a good God. It was Ayan’s birthday, I’d gone to celebrate with him at his after work and Shuaib was my stand-in driver at the time, it was about this time last year, Ramadan was in full gear and in a way, it was a great alibi for Shuaib. Ayan’s birthday only means one thing, lots of alcohol and bants. His cohorts were present for the hyping and for all the praise and worship that preceded eventualities, you’d wonder if the celebrant’s church members don’t see his WhatsApp status considering his strong position at their end. I’m always not about the food but they provided good options. Shuaib was fasting so he didn’t engage, he was at a corner, pressing his phone and nodding his head to the music. It was past 7pm, you’d think the ever lively guy would opt to break his fast at the event, I’m glad he didn’t. I had a few d...