Choices! What will it be? #59

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What? Mum! that’s over seven hours journey? She wasn’t a fan of long distance traveling and definitely not in this condition. It was a tiring morning and she hasn’t been able to get a good night sleep for days.

How would she when she is in the hospital Looking after a sick father who has been semi conscious for days? Father was said to have a tumor and low blood pressure and hence he’s not been able to stand by himself or feed himself. She has to take turns with her mum to see to fathers care.

The doctors seem to be tired of the situation and hence had to refer them to a bigger hospital in another state which is over seven hours drive. The only way this journey would be possible was to hire a full bus. Mother had to go make the arrangements while she stayed behind with dad. Finally a bus came and the journey began.

The driver had to move with four passengers. The first passenger been the sick father sitting in front of the car strapped with a seat belt oblivious of his environment. The second passenger was the mother, the third passenger was the girl taking care of the father alongside her mother. Wondering who the fourth passenger was?

The last child of the house was sick too, so she had to join the bus to the next city for treatment alongside with the dad in the care of her mum and sister.

These passengers were exhausted from so much trauma and as the journey began, they couldn’t but help being grateful. At least they get to have a little sleep before arriving at the next hospital.

The senior daughter already exhausted decided to lie down on the passengers seat since they were few in the bus and there was space enough for her to stretch herself.

She drifted off into a tired sleep and maybe was asleep for an hour when she was suddenly awakened by a loud bang and a shout accompanied with the swerving of the car to the right side of the road almost making the driver lost control.

She jerked out of her sleep to see pieces of glass shattered all over the bus and on her father who was sitting in front of the car, awake but oblivious of what just happened. She looked at her mother and she was bleeding in her forehead. Little sister was safe.

The car has just been hit with bullets from arm robbers who were just coming out of the nearby bush to begin a robbery operation. The driver saw them right on time and was trying to avoid them and they released bullets of the car windscreen in a bid to stop the car but the driver escaped. The windscreen got shattered but thank God no one was badly injured or killed.

The passengers was traumatized beyond words as the driver packed a great while away from the scene to clear of the shattered glasses from the sick man. The journey continued with some distraught but grateful passengers for the gift of life. These passengers arrived the hospital and treatment commenced.

After one month at the hospital, these passengers left back home on another bus but this time around there were only three passengers not four. The father didn’t make it alife. He died in the hospital.

Years has passed and her experience as a passenger on this life changing trip lingers but that doesn’t seem to be the only experience she would have as a passenger. She has encountered some more difficult ordeals to mention but a few.

On this beautiful evening she was to travel out of to a nearby town for an early meeting the next morning. She has this little nag on her inside that told her not to go but she had to. She entered a bus and got to the next town in about an hour.

It was past 8pm and she needed to pick another cab to where she would sleep for the night. There was already four passengers in the cab remaining one more and she entered. She noticed the car door was bad and complained to the driver who didn’t say a word. The car kept going until she complained the third time about the door which kept opening and closing and sussgested to the driver to try fix the broken door.

At this third attempt, she tried to jam the door with force and at that moment the other passenger pretending to helped in closing the door, got his hand trapped in between the door and started screaming in pains on top of his voice.

The lady passenger became confused and tried forcing the door open to free the fingers of the man who was supposedly in pains to no avail. The other passenger kept shouting on top of his voice while the door that was usually open doesn’t want to open again despite all her attempt. It was unusual that the driver and the passengers at the back of the car wasn’t moved by all this drama.

She pleaded for the driver to stop or the other passengers to help come down and help open the door from outside so that the man can get his fingers out but rather they asked her to drop her phone on the dash board and try using her two hands to open the door by applying more pressure.

She dropped her phone on the dash board and pushed the door with all her strength. Alas the door opened. The other passenger still shouting in pain asked her to come down from the car and she came down thinking the man wanted to come down too.

The car zoomed off with her phone on the dashboard. It was then it dawned on her that she has been robbed. It was all a scam drama geared towards robbing her of her phone. This passenger was left that night in the middle of no where without a phone, stranded.

Many questions rummaged through her mind. How would she get to her destination? Her accounts were linked to her phone, how would she protect her accounts from being hacked and her funds stolen? How would she get across to the people she was going to see?

The spot she was standing in was a dangerous spot. Cars were passing like flash lights and non refused to stop. Like a flash of lightening, She started running towards the light looking to see if help would come…

All these are just a little of the ordeals she has encountered as a passenger. If she was to tell all her passenger tale experience, then a million pages may not contain. This passenger is no other person but me.