I know you won't believe me when I say this but I have seen an angel before. Actually, they were two.

It was sometime in 2015. My brother and I were on our way to school in Ado-Ekiti. The journey from Abuja to Ado-Ekiti had never been fun in my -at that time - 3 years of plying that route. The mornings were always hurried, the 8 hour ride, long and tiring. And that was how this journey was on that day until I saw them.

We got to the park and found a Sienna car with a sibling duo just like my brother and I. They had waited for a little over 30 minutes and were looking for two other people to join their car. Being that they were going to our school too, it made perfect sense to just join them.

You know how I love to sleep in moving cars, right? My dear, it was from my regular sleep that I woke up to some wobbly movement and screams. The driver was able to successfully maneuver the car to stop the movement. Apparently, one tire had come undone from the car and now we were stranded. With our car in this quiet road with no vehicles in sight but overgrown grass, we were prime prey for a disaster. I was scared.

We all stood there contemplating what to do. At this point we had reached out to our parents letting them know what had happened. You know my father and so you already know how he must have been panicking.  The driver said the tire was damned and he did not have an extra one. He suggested leaving us to go and find a solution somewhere in town and we started to yell at him about his silly suggestion. It was just then that the angels came along.

They were an old couple in a Sienna car, the exact colour as ours. They slowed down and asked us what had happened and then offered to take us to school. We all stood there looking at them wondering if this was a kidnapping ploy. Personally, I took it that I would never attend law school as this would probably be the last time I would be alive.

As we moved, the angels didn’t speak to us. Neither did they glow or do anything out of the ordinary. All six of us were cramped in the full vehicle until we got to school. When the car stopped, we could not stop saying thank you to them. They just kept smiling, not responding to our many thank yous. They waved us goodbye and left us like they did not just save our lives.

Later that evening, I called home to let them know about our remarkable luck. My father was silent until I finished the story. When I finished, he simply said, “Those were angels, Dolapo”. I thought about their impeccable timing at finding us, and I had to agree.