I tried to figure out how it happened. The man then explained that it was a head-on collision with an overspeeding vehicle.
My heart began racing. I rushed outside to start the car and zoom off.
Within five minutes on the highway, I had said about fifteen prayers conclusively. Thinking about the cause of the accident, I was not certain of who should shoulder the blame – myself, Chioma, Bisi or the crazy driver – because I finally traced the incident back to the preceding Saturday.
At 6a.m., I drove into the hospital and braked suddenly. The brake squeak drew the attention of the hospital staff.
Immediately, I rushed out of the vehicle and began asking the nurses: “Where is my Beauty? My Beauty, where is my Beauty? Where is she?” I was panting and almost weeping. “Is Bisi gone?”
In no time, the doctor came out to welcome me but I was not patient to listen to his words. All I wanted was Bisi, my benefactor, my advisor, my closest friend, my love, my life and chosen angel.