Written by Fortune. His twitter handle is @fortunedexcel
In a crisp legato, the song eased out. Some mid 90's oldies blew its rhythm into the air-conditioned highlander jeep. It was mid-summer and the second jeep that found its way into the liabilities of the Onolas. The weather was familiar but not intruding, a condition the family had seized to make their long distant trip from a three weeks family holiday. The Onolas smiled and provided mannerism to the perfect outburst of the songs as it played simultaneously. Jude had four kids; Gideon, Hosea, Tonia and Bryan, all seated at the back while his wife Lola was by his side giving him all the support to forbid a doze off - that wouldn't happen though. Apparently, they were in high spirits, Jude had taken a swerve from a vicious pothole that mapped a portion within a hundred meters. Home was three hours away. They were returning from the Constantine Mountains where they had camped for three weeks to burn out their holiday and consume freshness. The outing was a headstat for the kids and a leverage to parental business.
They
seldom took such trips, but after a big contract hit by Jude, “what the heck? Let’s
blow some money!"... It was a luxurious feeling Jude had personally
conspired to give his family if he made a big hit, not just for a family
netflix but to also cement an adventurous marriage that had tuned into a mega
friendship.
"We
should do this all the time." Jude turned to tell his wife. She returned a
smile, patted his laps as the jeep shortened the distance. Jude descended
through a coarse slope, took a turn to burst out from a cowardly two lane to
one. He chatted his wife whose attractive cleavage caught his eyes more often
than not. The kids obviously were embroiled in the memories they had just left
behind - Hosea was dozing. The jeep
was on a 120mph,Jude wasn’t oblivious to it and he almost made a
"so-close" to another pot hole that jutted out of nowhere.
"Easy
darling." his wife said softly.
Jude hissed. "Pathetic government, the
roads are all bad."
They soon hit some speed breakers, a quick fix that
was adjacent the charred remains of an 18-seater bus. "That should be recent,"
Jude told his wife as they continued drawing more awareness to the children who
looked through the windows without any streak of emotion. A steyer freight
trailer honked terribly as it approached from the opposite, it was a one-way
lane in blushes. It approached dangerously from 400 meters, heavy with baggage.
Another minivan
was silently negotiating an overtake from Jude's rear while a blue range rover
in front of the Onolas jeep was pressing to beat another dismal pothole before
it would jettison the incoming trailer. The pothole spread beautifully yards
out causing a frictional steer that took the steyer into a run through void.
The mini bus behind Jude was pressing at break neck speed to beat Jude and the
range in front, the mini bus driver had imagined the trailer to be far off in
his mind arithmetic. Avoiding the wide margin of a dilapidated portion was
central to three folks except Jude,the collision was inevitable.
An instantaneous
impact from a so-near yet heavily burdened trailer piled up in seconds a
dangerously approaching minivan and a let-me-quickly-pull-through Range. The
mess took a pound of Jude's quick-break-matching theory that culminated into a
swift summersault. The trailer sped away with a bruise to its fender, obviously
suffering from a failed brakes situation. Few more cars kissed into the carnage
sending the primary victims in flames. A small baby from the van had unconsciously
head butted a glass through to emerge a miracle survivor. The mangle pieces
threw in a swat of traffic as the safety corps made their way into the accident
scene. No survivor was found not within the mile radius with more plausibility
that every candidate of that crash had been burnt beyond recognition. Some
gullible ones filmed the accident with their mobile phones, seemingly detached
from the emotional flames that gutted the atmosphere, it reminded the writer of
the "Filmers" of the Aluu 4 killings. Perplexity had set in as to
what inspired the carnage. However in the midst of it all, young Hosea who had
slept through most of the journey in the Onolas jeep was brought to safety by
the corps, out of nowhere, with questions hanging on every lips as to how he
survived.
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