Boss Keda has been discharged from hospital after surviving a horrific accident along the Bulawayo-Harare Highway. He explains how it all happened. “What started as a midnight (Saturday into Sunday) drive to Harare in a moment became the beginning of the biggest transition of my Life. Some KMs afta Shangani my life was almst cut shot. Waking up to a pool of blood, I crawled out the car with no traffic whatsoever in sight. The highway was dark and no houses nearby. It was just 2 friends confused and seeking help.
To cut the story short a bus full of people approached and stopped. About 5 men vakaburuka and we thot help has come but then I learnt an important life lesson. All they asked was wat happened and took a few selfies and rushed back into the bus the moment driver paakaridza hooter. Me laying by the roadside and my friend shocked by wat was happening. He had minor scratches. I could not lift my right hand and had my face covered by a shirt for the bleeding.
The car was damaged beyond repair. At that moment death seemed way closer than I had ever imagined as I felt the weakening of my body. When I was saying sorry to Chamu my frIend I realised my tongue was close to falling of my mouth. I Could not imagine life without being able to talk, taste and even simple things like swallowing normally or sneezing. Ipapo I thot all I shld hv done wth my life that I never did and the potential I laid idle ndichiti nguva yacho ichasvika.
I even thot of the orange muffins my 9 month preggo sister had baked us in the aftanun that i hadnt tasted. It seemed like the end. Gen’a rakandisimbisa kuti maya hamufe nhasi cde. Zveshuwa I believed. Hatife zvekumhanya. Even if physical changes wr to come to my body i was ready but death NO. By grace some guy wth a bread delivery truck gave us a ride and called an ambulance for us to Mbembezi police station.
Where we wr ambulanced to Mpilo hospital. I arrived unconscious waking up to the pain of being rushed into the hospital. Afta having blood washed of me i could hear 1 doctor saying to another we can’t do anything to that tongue.
It had shredded into 3 nekuzviruma pa impact and each piece was holding on to the other padikidiki.
Only one who seemed older akaita zvivindi and started sawing back as he could. Story shorter than it is, I am alive, I am healing, the pain, swellings, head bruises etc have shown me the importance of utilising time that you have been blessed with.
In the same radius of my accident in that same week a Man of God lost his life and in a separate incident 8 died in a Granvia but here i am typing wth a hand in pain but I am here. I have been transitioned into another MK Rolland Lunga. Glory to God.