What if I died yesterday?

It’s a strange question to ask and answer while in the realm of the living, right?

Story time!

Yesterday night my life passed through my eyes for a second. It was around 10pm, not dark as the road is very well lit, and there was a light drizzle. I had alighted a bus and decided to take a motorbike home because, well, it was drizzling and I didn’t have an umbrella with me. I should mention that it’s a downward slope. No sooner had we left the stop, than we were met by two dogs running after each other. I’m telling you if I didn’t like dogs, I like them less today. Long story short, we hit one of them and we were levelled with the tarmac. It was like an out of body experience. Everything got really quiet for a minute. There was a loud thud, my rider shouted, and then a distant voice saying, “sorry, so sorry, madam, are you okay?” In a short while, people had gathered and a lady came towards me and touched my arm. “Are you hurt? She asked.” Back to earth, “yeah, my arm hurts but I think I’ll be fine.” I believed that. “Do you need to go the hospital?” A man asked. “No, that’s not necessary.” I replied. “You need to go to the hospital.” Another man told me.

I was a bit stunned, I wasn’t in intolerable pain though. Looking at myself, my left-back side was all muddy so I obviously wondered why I wasn’t in much more pain; maybe that’s why people kept advising me to go to the hospital or because the bike was pretty banged up or for whatever reasons. I honestly can’t tell how long these events took place, but among the other riders who had arrived on scene, one offered to take me home and I gladly agreed. (Ironic, right?) I do not like being in crowds at any time of day but especially at night. I left after I was told my rider was hurt, yes, but he was in the hands of his people. I think the reason I wasn’t wounded worse, is because half my body fell on him. I pray for his wellbeing.

This question came to me when I woke. First, I’m grateful the last people I would have seen that day were my family. The last person (apart from the rider) I would have talked to would have been my mom and that’s a good thought; the person who brought me into the world… I really do not think I’ve accomplished much in my life yet the little I have, I’m grateful for. Just one bummer… but I can live with that… die with that. The question we usually ask is, “what if I die tomorrow?” My question changed for a moment there. I shouldn’t have to say this: “I’m glad to be alive. Thank God!” I feel so happy and today is filled with dancing. Yes, even with my wounded elbow, scratched-up shoulder, and body aches all over. I’m alive!

I’m definitely taking a break from motorbike rides. I’m still conflicted about going out at night because I do avoid it as much as possible but I find myself out from time to time. To those wondering about the dogs, no, they didn’t stick around to see if we were hurt and by the way, no one blames the dogs.

Guys, this is the second time I’m saying this, carry an umbrella.😁 (Comment if you want to know the other umbrella story.)

What if you died yesterday? What if you didn’t have today?