First of all, I am so grateful to God that I am doing this right now yesterday I didn’t think about today. Yesterday at this time I was rather stressing myself out with work and trying to finish my KPIs for the month that I didn’t really have anything on my mind.
Anyways, yesterday evening after the panick engulfed our office (we are just a stone throw away from Wandegeya) and we all know what was happening in town at that time. There was chaos, tear gas canons with the sound guns that was so loud we thought they were shooting at people. I have never been that close to such chaos and yesterday was sort of a moment for me to pause and ask God for his grace and peace to be with us through the elections just in case some useless person decides to create a blood bath out of the blue.
I made Hajji the Boda I always use from office drop me in Kabalagala on my way because I was too scared to use a taxi since it entailed going through the chaos, I decided to walk to the store I love buying fruits from because I want to start fasting and fruits always make the process easy for me. The fruit lady was not there and then, so one walked to the curb to wait for a taxi. If you live in Buziga, or Bunga or Munyonyo you know there are very many Government personels living this side and of course they are always in a hurry. To do what? I am sure a lot of important things like important coffee dates at the Serena.
I was about to raise my hand to stop a taxi or Boda (had not made up my mind at that point) then turn to look on my left and a Government car commonly known as mpekoni was rushing towards me in the wrong lane, I rush back to the side to avoid being knocked and everything happened like a movie in slow motion for me after that. When I stepped back, my left leg slipped into a manhole, one of those things that covers the culverts that take water away from the roads. It went in till half way through my knees, I tried to pull my leg out then realized that it was stuck and the harder I pulled the more it tagged at my leg, sharp pains shooting through it came at me in an instant. If you have ever been near a market place you know that anything small will invite a crowd and I mean a huge crowd, several men ran towards me to help me out. A lady picked my hand bag and phone then handed them to me, I held onto it for my dear life as the crowd grew around me.
Now the pain is getting worse on my leg as the men keep trying to remove the other slab covers around me to reduce the friction on those around me so that I can move my leg, but it was getting tighter. Someone shouted; “Cut the leg out..” They all laughed, I was blacking out slowly.. The Pain… It was getting worse.
“Lord please let me not lose my leg… Please…” I kept whispering in between gasps of fear and terror. The men got sledge hammers and started hitting hard at the slab. The crowd is now huge that one of the Boda guys has to direct the jam, I am looking around for something to grab onto so that I don’t scream in pain.. A lady sees me and gives me her hand, someone starts taking pictures at this point and the men shout at her and chase her away. The lady who is holding my hand shields me with her skirt from the flying debris while telling me to be strong. A hajji comes back and apologizes to me about what he is going to do, I thought he was going to hack at my leg, I could smell blood now..wait, I can’t feel my lower leg. I am scared for the worst, he hacks at the slab with all his might till it gives way.
They pry out my leg, but I couldn’t walk.. Still holding onto my bag with my life as everyone asks me to give it to them.. I held it even close when they put me onto the balcony to rest. One of the men instantly grabbed at my leg and gave it first aid, massaged it so hard I started screaming for help.. They were all laughing around me.. I was on display for them now.. He puts my leg down and tells me, “Now you will be able to walk, I did that for your own good..”
A Boda guy with a kind face walks towards me and stretched his hand, tells me “Let me take you home..don’t worry..you will get better!” He led me to his Boda and slowly drove me to my Parents’ house in munyonyo. We found Mom and I had just called Dad, we get into the car till IHK stayed there till 11PM.
I am grateful! ❤