We begin a series of how great escapes. Nigerians share true life testimonies of how they managed to escape death on the road. Their names have been removed to maintain their privacy, however, their accounts are verifiable and calls for more caution while driving or just out on the street.


I once went to Maza-maza to board Young Shall Grow bus to Abuja, but on getting there I realised they had no bus heading to Abuja from Maza-maza. I couldn’t go back. Had to board one of those roadside buses. We hadn’t even left Lagos before the bus developed brake problems and just like the passengers, I sat hopefully and didn’t want my 5k to waste. A mistake I’ll never make again.

Even with the spoilt brake pipe and brake fluid leaking out, the senseless driver was speeding while we were warning him to drive slowly since it was night and his bus was in bad condition. He didn’t slow down till we found ourselves on top of a ditch with the bus tires hanging in the air. That was when the driver calmed his drunk nerves. Thank God we arrived our destination safely.(ANNOYMOUS)





I was on my way from Lagos to Abuja some other time, I sat at the front seat. Our driver had to slow down at every checkpoint. Some of the policemen/army officials he settled with their ID card (egunje, bribe) others he passed and hailed them.

When we got to a particular point we had to make a sharp turn, he told me to watch that there is a checkpoint there but he won’t stop for check. I thought this guy was joking till we got there and I thought I was witnessing a live Hollywood scene.

They asked him to stop but he increased his speed, they threw tires at him, while he swerved and dogged the tires and the roadblocks. I was soaked in hot sweat with my heart at my palms. When I shouted at the driver was when they threatened to shoot but he sped off and passed them.

After all that the driver explained to us that they usually robbed him at that checkpoint and he couldn’t risk it. We were further stopped at two checkpoints away by some other policemen the ones we passed had contacted. Again my heart started beating fast. They asked us why we passed through that checkpoint without stopping but the driver denied he wasn’t the one. They were like but the other policemen said the bus is blue or yellow (they weren’t sure) the driver told them that his is green and he saw a blue bus coming behind him, maybe that’s the bus. They let us go.




I met this guy at Abuja. He worked close to were my brother’s diagnostics center (now a clinic) was. On that very day of the Nyaya bomb blast, as usual, he went to the bus stop with a female friend of his he went to work with and went home with (since they were neighbours and worked for coys not far from each other).

They boarded one of the BRT buses that was bombed only for that guy to recall he forgot his check (salary for the previous month he intended to cash out that very day). He told his friend he wanted to go get his check. She offered to help him hold his bag but he told her he might not meet her after getting his check so he went with his bag. On opening his door to get his check, he heard the bomb blast and his friend was involved in it. The guy didn’t know whether to mourn his friend or thank God he survived. He was very sad. He wished he had took his friend along.

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