Today marks the 7th year anniversary of the devastating bomb blast that occurred on that day now referred to as the black Sunday. My mum was narrating the experience to a friend of hers, and I realized how God saved my family and I from any form of loss or worse death...
Memories of that day flooded my mind as I listened to my mum recount our experience on that day.
It all started around 4pm on that day. I had just returned from my aunt's house some minutes back. I was in my room resting, when the deafening noise began. I jumped out of bed to try and see what and where it came from. The smoke was so dark and my neighbor on the fourth floor informed us that it was coming from the Military barracks.
I remember telling my mum that we had to get out of the house. I had that feeling that the situation was going to get ugly. My neighbor told us not to leave that it was nothing to worry about...
My lil-sister, who was just a little over a year, was strapped to my back, mum who was kind of ill locked up the house and immediate sister went in search of a taxi. Few minutes after we left the house, we saw this mob of people runing in all directions. The cloud was black and the noise was crazy.
I think the driver of the taxi we entered was God sent, because he was just calm and was constantly telling us not to be afraid. There was the moment when the explosion was so much and the whole ground was shaking. Windows was breaking and buildings were craking. the taxi shook and I was almost out of the car...I was really terrified. At ajao-estate, I saw my neighbor in the midst of people runing and the next minute, they were gone.
When we got to my aunt's, the whole neighborhood was oblivious of what was happening or what we went tjrough. They were surprised to see me again... Later that night, it all seemed like a funny joke. I remember meeting a guy, who told me that he saved the only thing he cared about, his dog. That night I prayed to God to save all my friends who reside in the barracks...
The next day brought the whole experience back, watching the lifeless bodies brought out of the canal was like watching horror movie. The pains, agonies and tears of families who lost their children, families and friends. The agonies of a mother who lost all her fruit was devastating...
Whenever my friends and I recount our varying terrifying experience, we laugh at the not so funny experience we had-How they were all just runing, with no particular direction in mind...
Seeing families who lost a person or two that day come to pray at the site today brought back that memory and pray God grant the dead eternal peace and take away the pains of the mothers who were render childless on that day...
Memories of that day flooded my mind as I listened to my mum recount our experience on that day.
It all started around 4pm on that day. I had just returned from my aunt's house some minutes back. I was in my room resting, when the deafening noise began. I jumped out of bed to try and see what and where it came from. The smoke was so dark and my neighbor on the fourth floor informed us that it was coming from the Military barracks.
I remember telling my mum that we had to get out of the house. I had that feeling that the situation was going to get ugly. My neighbor told us not to leave that it was nothing to worry about...
My lil-sister, who was just a little over a year, was strapped to my back, mum who was kind of ill locked up the house and immediate sister went in search of a taxi. Few minutes after we left the house, we saw this mob of people runing in all directions. The cloud was black and the noise was crazy.
I think the driver of the taxi we entered was God sent, because he was just calm and was constantly telling us not to be afraid. There was the moment when the explosion was so much and the whole ground was shaking. Windows was breaking and buildings were craking. the taxi shook and I was almost out of the car...I was really terrified. At ajao-estate, I saw my neighbor in the midst of people runing and the next minute, they were gone.
When we got to my aunt's, the whole neighborhood was oblivious of what was happening or what we went tjrough. They were surprised to see me again... Later that night, it all seemed like a funny joke. I remember meeting a guy, who told me that he saved the only thing he cared about, his dog. That night I prayed to God to save all my friends who reside in the barracks...
The next day brought the whole experience back, watching the lifeless bodies brought out of the canal was like watching horror movie. The pains, agonies and tears of families who lost their children, families and friends. The agonies of a mother who lost all her fruit was devastating...
Whenever my friends and I recount our varying terrifying experience, we laugh at the not so funny experience we had-How they were all just runing, with no particular direction in mind...
Seeing families who lost a person or two that day come to pray at the site today brought back that memory and pray God grant the dead eternal peace and take away the pains of the mothers who were render childless on that day...