by Lucas Togan
Let me tell you about the day I died. I was in a plane crash. I remember the last few minutes so well. Or maybe not so well because there was so much pandemonium around that small space. At first I thought it was the usual turbulence except it wasn’t. Do you think the crew alerted us to the imminent danger? Not until my head hit the air vent did it dawn on me that we were going down.
Let me tell you about the day a plane crashed into our building. We were watching a soap opera that Sunday evening. We were all tired because yesterday was my 10th birthday and we’d had a party. Of course everyone was at home. My only solace was that we didn’t see or hear anything. We just died.
Did I tell you what I was doing when that big plane crashed into our street? Well, nothing interesting. I’d just come out with my bag of corn and I was setting up my fire place. I’d made good sales the day before and was believing God for a better day. I remember thinking finally Tochi will have the money for that hand out she said was so urgent.
I want you to believe me when I tell you that I survived a plane crash. Yes I survived the impact of the crash and spent 10mins trying to smash the window. I succeeded in smashing the first but as I geared up to hit the second, I heard the explosion. I increased my effort but the resulting smoke enveloped me. I remember giving in thinking how close I was to escape.
The day I died I remember thinking just before the plane hit that busy street, the “air crash investigation” episode I’d seen the previous night. I wondered how this crash will be investigated. Will it be? I wondered who the producers will cast in the reconstruction, should there be one. Who would play John my co-pilot and Nick the engineer?
I died from the impact with the air vent and I knew my death was in vain because if I’d survived that I will die when the plane eventually burst into flames. The fire service would be too slow to respond (negligence or traffic) and when they finally arrive they’d be short on resources.
I died in vain because I knew our names not be published in any “manifest”? I died in vain thinking how much trouble our landlord will go through before (if ever) he gets compensation for his damaged building.
I died in vain because I know nobody will notice that I was also a victim in this national tragedy and if there’s any compensation to victims my Tochi might never be a beneficiary.
I died in vain because I know that when my body is taken to the morgue, they will simply identify me and hand me over to my folks without any autopsy. They will say I wasn’t burnt like the rest and my folks will only be too glad to go bury their dead. Nobody will consider the fact that an autopsy will ascertain the true cause of death and help in training people on how to better handle escape in emergency situations. Nobody will know how close I came to escaping.
I died in vain because I knew there will be no professional investigation let alone my fantasy of a reconstruction. I died in vain because I knew the man who asked me to “manage” the plane to Lagos will not resign out of guilty conscience but will wait to be fired. I died in vain knowing that the government will not be proactive in resolving this accident but will only react and respond to the agitation of the people.
Today as a Nigerian, I died in vain because I know that at the end of the day (after all the religious bias is applied ~ Will of GOD et al) there will be another plane crash in the future whose report will be a copy of this one.
SPARK! Let’s change it.
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