What seemed to be a normal afternoon with the intense Ogbomosho sun frowning upon the earth, turned into a race towards the finishing line.
Death, we all know is the end of the road on earth to a greater unknown, and that could have been the case if I hadn’t survived the ordeal. I guess luck was just on my side, wagging a “no be your turn today” finger at me. I took a bike going to under G gate, Omo! I didn’t notice anything was wrong until the bike man didn’t slow down for a car making a U-turn.
My instinctive African survival skill started yelling atop my voice, telling him to slow down. The real trouble came when it was time for me to alight. I asked myself if it was the end as I watched the rider struggle with the brakes to stop the bike before it eventually did paces away from where I was going. Students have to rely on available bikes and buses outside the school without an official transport system.
It made me wonder, who were checking these vehicles, especially around students’ area and what assurance do students have that the next vehicle they board might not be their call to glory? Who is checking that these people ensure that they have vehicles in the best of conditions before they put them on the roads students ply regularly?