DANGOTES TRUCK WAS AN ANGEL
I’ve had an encounter or two, maybe three or more.
One was a strange experience while in the university. Alone in my room, on block 9, Amina hall (Female Hostel) A. B. U. Zaria, I slept off while boiling a pot of rice. I awoke at the sudden feeling of an invisible hand lifting my right hand to point at the pot of rice which I was cooking, in an obvious attempt to alert me that my rice was about to burn. I’ve burnt food several times in my lifetime. What was special about that day? I guess I needed a reassurance of God’s presence at that time in my life and He graciously showed up. I write now about that experience in worship of the Creator of the universe. A present help is He in your time of need.
Are you still wondering about Dangote’s
Truck? Ok, this is what happened. I took a road trip to Kaduna from Zaria with
my children one faithful day in 2015. A few minutes after we got on the expressway,
somewhere between Zaria and Kaduna, we were suddenly engulfed in a cloud of
dust. I could see nothing except those in the car. In confusion, I stopped the
car in the middle of the highway! A good reason to never have been able to tell
this story had God not sent us help, both seen and unseen.I managed to find my way to the side of the road and I parked, not knowing where I was. For sure I knew where I was coming from and where I was headed. I just wasn’t sure which of these two I should choose as my new destination, in the face of the change in weather. It was now raining heavily. I was so scared especially because I had three children in the car, one of which kept screaming. I still couldn’t really see anything and my headlamps were not strong. Then, the Dangote’s truck came along and I didn’t think twice. In a split second I was behind it and I stubbornly stuck to it until I got to Kaduna because all I could see the whole journey through was just that- Dangote’s truck. Wasn’t that an angel.
I’ll let you decide.
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