My Christmas Day

While you were worried about what to eat and wear on the 25th, she was right on her way to the far middle-belt for some serious 'shits'

For her,  2018 goals are clear and she already kick start the year.

Beautiful chats with a friend and a friendly phone call.

Aaaaargghhhh.....

All she heard herself saying is; Jesus, Jesus, Jesus with a tiny smile not quiet sure of the depth of what has just happened.

In a flash,  the driver she has been singing the 'WO' track, passed on.

She unbuckled the seat belt and came out of the vehicle. Not  sure of all that has happened in this very short time and what to do about it.

Quick,  she started calling for help. It is 10:30pm in the quiet of the night. Very quiet, no sign of living beings in that environment.

What if the vehicle explodes? What happens to the kids in there with their parent? How is she going to save the lives in there especially the helpless kids? What number should she call? Everywhere was dead quiet except the scrachting of the vehicle's body parts as they found themselves in different parts of the road..

As her scream intensified calling for help,  a guy showed up with shots and started calling others(his group maybe). 

Not sure who they were.... Armed robbers? Men of the night? Well, she was not ready to find out at least till the lives in that vehicle are saved.

In about 30 mins, they helped as other travellers joined. The vehicle was evacuated and there lies the beautiful passengers she's been communing with since the beginning of the trip lying helplessly and unconsciously in the pool of blood.

She continually ran to each of them to assure them that that they are alive and still needed to be alive and awake for their kids and loved ones. She took the kids and made sure they were safe from cold, possible kidnappers and some of the valuables found.

Hmmmmmm, 

3 souls passed on that night. 1st, the driver she's been humming songs with and two persons from the oncoming vehicle.

The shiver, the chill, the trauma.

As she watched her flesh being cut off to enable stitching, the blood flowing freely from her palm, the cry from each of the passengers bleeding badly,  the cry of the babies as they were given T&T, the agonising pain felt by the man whose tongue was cut.

It was a bloody night mehn! And a teary one.

That was her experience on the 18th of December. 

#GIGM, you guys were careless and thoughtless when you committed over 12 souls to the hands of a tired, disturbed and wornout driver with instruction to fuel at N180 or thereabout when you understand the fuel scarcity saga. Passengers had to add money for fuel for him to get us going.

Esther Bliss survived it! Esther Bliss made it! Esther Bliss got the butts kicked!

She's is such a Daddy's girl. Her Daddy owns and rule the Universe!

Esther Bliss is ready and hearty.

Note: if you must show someone you love them more than they think,  show it today. Don't wait for tomorrow. 

This could be your last chat or phone call with them. Do it today,  do it now!

This is Esther Bliss being grateful to God for saving her yet again.

#gigmtakeresponsibility #gigmdonttoilwithlives

#Ilive! #Ilove! #Ilaugh

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