Abroad-based Man Recounts Scary Near-d£ath Experience
Abroad-based Man Recounts Scary Near-death Experience
A Nigerian man’s scary account of a near-death experience has been trending on social media.
In a recent tweet, he recounted the traumatic event that happened months ago, when a tricycle he was riding in Nigeria narrowly avoided a catastrophic collision with a trailer
The incident happened on July 15th, when the man, who had secretly flown into Nigeria for a surprise visit, boarded a keke to his sister’s house near Murtala Muhammed Airport.
Just 30 steps from his destination, chaos erupted as the driver lost control, veering towards a head-on collision.
Fortunately, something mysterious which he couldn’t explain happened, sparing the occupants from certain death.
Sitting in the front seat, the man was acutely aware that he would have been the first casualty.
The thought sent a chill down his spine, as he imagined how his lifeless body would have been taken to the very hospital where he was born.
Sharing the full story, the man identified as @YusufAsunmogejo on X said
DEATH IS INDEED CLOSER TO US THAN WE THINK. After my tweet on Anthony Joshua’s accident and the tragic death of his close associate yesterday, the one profound lesson that stuck with me is that the end of our time is often lurking where we least expect it. While we look at that tragedy from a distance, my own story isn’t far from what has just happened.
On the 15th of July this year, I boarded a flight to Nigeria without telling a soul. The plan was a surprise visit. Since I wouldn’t land until past 7 PM and my parents’ house was quite far, I decided to head to my sister’s place near the airport (MMA). It was supposed to be the safest, quickest option. My sister, of course, had no idea I was even in the country. I boarded the first Keke without issue, but five minutes into the second ride, just 30 steps away from my aunt’s gate, chaos ensued. The Keke nearly ran head-first into a trailer. I was sitting in the front, completely exposed.
To this moment, I cannot explain how we missed that impact; it was nothing short of divine intervention. If we had crashed, I would have been the first casualty, likely crushed instantly. Later that night, as the adrenaline faded, a cold shiver ran down my spine. The “What Ifs” were louder than the crash could have been.
If I had died right there at that gate, my aunt would have heard the bang. She might have looked out the window, shaken her head at the “reckless drivers” of Lagos, and pitied the anonymous body bleeding on the asphalt. She would have gone to bed praying for a “stranger,” never knowing that the broken body outside was the younger brother she thought was safe in Europe. The surprise I planned would have been delivered by a police officer knocking on her door to identify a corpse.
