WHAT A DAY!!!!
So I had to travel from my school in Imo State all the way back to my family house in Enugu State and it’s like a three hours journey normally. We boarded early that morning at the park, a white bus packed full of students and a few other people. The road was okay at first, driver was moving steady and everyone was just chatting, playing music and sleeping. I was sitting by the window and already planning what I’d eat once I got home because I was tired of school food. For the first one hour everything was smooth, we passed through Owerri and were heading towards the express and I thought it was going to be a normal trip.
Halfway through the journey around the 1hr 30mins mark, that’s when the problem started. The bus just started pulling to one side on its own. At first we thought maybe it was the bad road but even on straight road the steering was fighting the driver. You could see him struggling to keep it straight and the bus was shaking small. Some people in the bus started complaining and asking if we should stop and check it. The driver just said “no problem, I get this” in his calm voice. He explained that the alignment was off but he could manage it if we didn’t stop. Honestly my heart was beating because I was thinking what if the tire comes off or something but he looked experienced so we just kept quiet and prayed.
The man really used experience on that road. Instead of stopping, he kept adjusting the steering every few seconds and driving slower than normal so the bus wouldn’t wobble too much. Anytime we hit a pothole the whole bus would shake and people would shout “Jesus” but he would just grip the wheel tighter and keep going. We passed through a few villages and I was looking outside thinking “are we going to make it” but he never slowed down for long. He even overtook two other buses that were moving too slow because he said stopping and starting would make it worse. The whole three hours felt like five hours because of the tension, but he was talking to us, cracking jokes to calm us down.
Eventually we got to Enugu and straight to my family house without stopping once on the way. The moment we entered the compound everyone in the bus clapped for the driver because we knew he saved us stress. If we had stopped halfway to fix it, God knows how long we would have been stranded on the road. He parked, came down, and was even sweating but smiling like nothing happened. That journey taught me that sometimes experience really matters. Three hours of fear but we all got home safe, and I was just grateful to hug my family that night.
THANKS FOR VISITING AND HAVE A COOL REST.
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