I believe that it was my mother’s prayer that saved my life on a day that would have been my last day on earth. It was on a fateful day in 2002, at Adeola Odeku Street, Victoria Island, Lagos, Nigeria that I experienced a very fatal accident on the back of a motorcycle, popularly called, “Okada.” There was an emergency situation I needed to sort out at a new generation bank. The traffic was a hell. To meet up with my appointment, I abandoned my vehicle at a safe location and…
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