A Nigerian lady, Korie Tochi,
took to her twitter page to narrate how God saved her and many others from a
commercial flight they boarded from Lagos to Port Harcourt yesterday January
3rd.
So I almost died today. But
apparently God isn't done with me yet. I know I'll check out one day but it
will be in my 90s when I am old, bent over and lost all my teeth.
I boarded Azman Air, 9:30 am
3/1/2019, Lagos to Portharcourt. I settled in between a man in his mid 50's and
a girl of about 9yrs, some of her missing teeth reminded me of my daughter
Kamsi.
I looked out of the window and
noticed I was seated close to the engine. I sighed and muttered "my ear go
hear am today". I also noticed there where seemly more kids than adults
too. This is going to be one very noisy flight.
We took off smoothly and I closed
my eyes and dozed off. I woke up to a tap by a flight attendant. She made to
give me a pack of snacks, I declined. Not ready to spoil my coffee and
crossaint breakfast ( this would have been my last breakfast). Was about to
close my ears again when I heard it, the engine hit something... Must be a
bird, the plane vibrated slightly. I would have waved it aside if the flight
attendant didn't come peeping out the window. I follwed his gaze and saw the
smoke. WHAT!!!! Is this for real??? And that was the beginning of our
nightmare.
The plane started vibrating. The
pilot annouced we would land by 10:55 am. We neared the runway, oya tyre come
out, for where!!! We went back up amidst vibrating plane and cries of scared
kids.
The pilot tried 3 other times to
land the plane and it didn't work. Na then I know say water don pass garri.
Fire was coming out of the engine. I bent down and prayed for my kids. I
confessed my sins and asked God for forgiveness.
Sent my sis Luu and my closest
friend a text. Didn't go into details because i didn't want them to panick. A
certain peace envloped me. I was ready to die. I told myself Jeff knows where
all my important documents are. He will answer any questions as I am about to
die without leaving a will. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable to
happen.
Then the plane turned a fifth
time and faced the run way. An elderly man got up and implored all of us to
start thanking God for the miracle he was about to perform in our lives. ( see
next post)
We all started screaming and shouting "thank you Jesus".
I looked out the window and we were nearing the runway again. I shut my
eyes and prayed vehemently that this will be it. God please do it for my kids
sake. God heard us. The thud of the plane landing was the best feeling ever. I
wept. Tears of gratitude. Everyone was crying. People hugged each other. At
that moment we were one. Not Hausa or Igbo or Yoruba. Just a group of people
united in our fears and prayers. We survived. We didn't die.
We alighted to the jubilation of the Airport workers. They witnessed it.
They were down there praying for us. Fire service already poured water on the
runway to minimise the impact incase we crash landed.
God and the pilot's expertise saved us.
God, who am I that you are mindful of me?
Please let me go and hug my children one more time.
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