TRAUMAS.

I don't go sitting on Bikes, (Not farm Bikes, Motor Cycles or power Bikes).

Not even recreationally.

My Husband is a Biker.

He owns several power Bikes and he even has the Hali Davidson.

He goes for the annual power Bikes competition organised in any State of Nigeira.

But then;

I have paranoia.

You see, up until 1999,

This same Bikes,

It was my only means of transportation.

I was so comfortable on it.

I mean, I had no reason to fear, I had been climbing it for more than 3 years by this time.

I was a pro Bike climber.

Everyone that went to Ogun State University in the 90s can attest to the fact that, It was almost our only means of transportation in those days.

The Buses were always full.

The smaller taxis were also always filled from Ijebu Igbo Bus parks, before getting to Ago Iwoye.

So it will practically cruise along our route while we wait for transport to school for our lectures.

The classes were timed.

So we look for the best Bikes with a well cushioned seat and then we hop on in and get to our destination very fast.

Quite a dangerous but such fun adventure.

But on this faithful day;

I had gone to Ijebu Igbo with my then bobo, it was for a Birthday party of someone, a girl that was dating my Boyfriend's friend.

It was almost midnight, and we had left the party, so he (my Boyfriend) had gotten two Bikes and placed yours truly on one and then he took the other one.

My Bike man, he sped off once he was told where we were heading to.

Think&Thank Hostel.

Thinking back now, my Bike man, his breath, It reeked of alcohol, but I was too young to have concluded that It was such a huge problem.

Oh, but it was.

As we went pass Oru and made for the road that will open up to Ita Merin, the guy started to meander across the road like a crooked river trail.

So I panicked and still thinking I was talking to a normal, unaccompanied with the demons that follows alcohol human;

I said quietly "ę ro rá oooo" ("be careful please") in almost a whisper, I was soon to find out that I was talking to my clueless sober self.

Because he was speeding so much that we had to take a cautionary break for a car to pass, and he did this by actually applying the pedal responsible for it.

The bike suddenly took a hike in to the sky, and threw me and of course my almost unconscious bike driver along with it.

I landed in the Bush, on the right side of the road just before it opens up to the White Angels Hostel.

I hit my head on a heavy rock inside the Bush, because I felt several sharp pains and everything went black, suddenly there was nothing.

I had fainted off or so.

But it must have been for a few seconds.

Because, I woke up with no feelings.

Meanwhile, I had already seen the movie 'Ghost' (with Patrick Swaze and Demi Moore).

When I woke up, and opened my eyes in the darkness, I simply assumed it was my spirit.

So I just got up and broke into a mad run heading for no where in particular.

I shot pass the bike man who was still oblivious but heavily injured and sitting by the road side.

I presumed he was trying to make some little sense of...