
The first accident happened on a clear morning. A boda boda hit my car from the side, something that should not have happened on an empty road. I walked away with minor injuries, shaken but grateful to be alive. Everyone called it bad luck. I believed them and moved on.
The second accident came only four months later. A bus swerved unexpectedly and forced my vehicle into a ditch. This time, witnesses said the crash made no sense. The driver insisted his brakes failed for no mechanical reason. As I sat in the hospital with a broken arm, fear crept in.…CONTINUE READING






