Miracles Still Happening

The bus was jammed packed, like sardines in a can. We still had three hundred miles to go to get to Abuja. The bullets rattled against the side of the bus, we were under attack in broad daylight. The convoy leader bus was in deep trouble, people were jumping out of windows heading for the bush, women ,children, and men running for their lives. The road bandits were after them, cutting them down in a hail of AK-47 fire. The driver of the third bus spun it around, smashing into cars trying to do the same thing : go the other way. It was panic to the extreme, one of the cut off cars ramed the bus, the front of it peeled off as the driver sped down the two lane superhighway, he was flying. the people were shouting for him to slow down, they would rather surrender than die like this, in a crashed bus. He didn't hear a word, he gunned it.
The second bus was not far behind, the firsrt bus didn't make it, we stopped at the gas station. People were jumping out of the bus and running into the bush, the mopol went in and changed clothes, got armed and headed for the ambush.'We heard later that the bandits had killed and robbed almost everyone on the bus and cars caught in the melee. A miracle happened that day, the bus we were on had no injuries or deaths, the bus was riddled with bullet holes, God is still doing miracles. There is no highway patrol in Nigeria, just the bandits with automatics having their way. It is so tragic. The bandits got away.

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