Twice-lucky recounts how he escaped yet another
bomb attack after surviving the UN House blast last year. My colleague, Paul
Obi, had sent an invitation to me, via SMS, on the media briefing by the
National Tourism Photo Competition 2012, slated for yesterday, at NICON Luxury
and Suites located at the city center, Abuja.
The day began like usual; no premonition of
whatsoever that anybody would ever envisage hitting THISDAY office, not even
with a bomb. Concerning the assignment for the day, I really wasn't excited
about it. Why? I just felt: what would be there really for a reporter who is
not a photojournalist to be doing there?
As it has become my tradition, I usually get to
office every morning to read newspapers, check my mails and perhaps set my
routine for day. While I was at the topmost office flipping through the
dailies, the coordinator of the photo event, Miss Funke Mathew, who had been
divinely assigned to provide an escape route for me, called at 10am to remind
me that the media briefing would start @10:30 She said: “Where are you, right
now?”
I was still busy with my laptop when she kept
calling. I told her I was on the road to the venue, which is a distance of 20
minutes. Sluggishly and reluctantly, I packed my laptop, my tape recorder, a
jotter and a pen, and left for the event. The clock on the dashboard of my car read
10:35am. The back gate through which we now passed was opened by two of the
security guards who would usually search your car before letting you go.
I hit the road and was directly in front of the
Central Bank of Nigeria (CBN), when I saw several missed calls of a colleague
with the Daily Trust newspaper, Mr. Shehu Abubakar.
I pulled up and called Abubakar, who said: “Is it
true that your office was bombed?”
Then I knew I had escaped death in the hands of terrorists for the second time in eight months, the first being at the UN House where I was on the third floor when the suicide bomber struck. I was about taking the lift downstairs when I changed my mind and decided to see someone in her office. Five minutes later, the bomber struck. And now this. Thank God for your life. Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a great miracle.
Then I knew I had escaped death in the hands of terrorists for the second time in eight months, the first being at the UN House where I was on the third floor when the suicide bomber struck. I was about taking the lift downstairs when I changed my mind and decided to see someone in her office. Five minutes later, the bomber struck. And now this. Thank God for your life. Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a great miracle.
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