A story that can never be forgotten was when my mother told me about her horrific train trip from the northern part of Nigeria to the southern part of Nigeria. It was a holiday time for my mother to return back home from the boarding school where she lived, which was in the northern part of Nigeria, where she booked a train ticket back to the southern part of Nigeria where her parents lived. it was a smooth journey until she got to Ibadan( western part of Nigeria). where some student got down from the train to get food stuff to eat, when the students were done getting food, they returned back to the train, left with a class mates of hers. The train driver was supposed to alert passengers by blowing its hun three times but unfortunately it blew the hun once , but Kalu her classmate, seeing this started running to get on the train before it left , putting a loaf of bread and a tin of fish under his left arm while trying to hold the door rail with his right arm ( though this a normal practice that people do while trying to catch the train) unfortunately for him, the train was faster than he thought and the grip of his right balm was slippery that he couldn’t give a good grip , so he went underneath the train and got crushed. Ever since then she has had phobia of going on trains.
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