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The sharp pain in my abdomen became severe. I rushed out of the Clinic. The blood kept coming and now it became noticeable. The security man at the Clinic went in to call for help but I had to run away. As I was crossing to the other side of the road, a taxi from nowhere knocked me down. The Driver came out of his taxi and got close to me. I saw fear in his eyes. I pleaded for help. I was in pain with blood all over me. The taxi Driver didn’t help me. He rather rained insults on me that I was a witch and that I wanted to kill him, and for that reason God has punished me. He sang praises on my pain and sped off. The approaching mob tried to chase him but he escaped. I prayed to God to take my life and spare my unborn child. I knew I wouldn’t survive this; but had to live for my baby. In no time, the Security Man appeared with three Nurses. They hurriedly carried me back into the Clinic. Images of my late mum and dad started appearing to me. I felt my soul wanted to join them but they told me to fight on. The Nurses came to me to ask if I had any relative they could contact. I told them I had none. I pleaded with the Nurses to do whatever they could to save my baby, and that I was ready to sacrifice my life. The Nurses around wept uncontrollably. They said there was no way I could give birth the normal way. A Counselor was brought in and I knew at all cost one life would be lost; either mine or my baby’s. She held my hands and said no matter what happened God was still with me. I felt that assurance was a farewell message. She brought out a form so I could sign or thumbprint. That was the first time I realized that one can sign his death warrant whiles living. They wiped off all blood stains around me, placed me on oxygen and got me ready for the surgical theater. One of the Nurses held my hands and whispered into my right ear; “you won’t die.” Her name was Linda. I read that from her badge.

three years ago when God saved me from that June 3rd disaster at the GOIL Fuel Filling Station in Circle. You will not believe it but I was there. I had then returned from the Northern Region to stay with the Foster Father I am with now. He is a Politician with one of the leading political parties in Ghana. He met me on one of their political rallies in the Northern Region. I was then a Hotel Attendant in the very hotel he had lodged. He enjoyed my services and immediately called the wife he had found a good House Help for her. He gave me money and his phone number to call when I get to Accra. I got to Circle, I called him and he asked me to wait for him in front of the GOIL Fuel Station beside the GCB Ltd since he was returning from Tesano and would be buying fuel from that Fuel Station. It rained heavily that day, and was getting late. I had no umbrella then so I had to walk in the rain right from the Neoplan Station to the GOIL Fuel Station. I got to the fuel station and surprisingly it had become a safe haven for hundreds pedestrians who had sorted shelter from the heavy downpour. I joined them and it was a battle for occupancy. As smallish as I were I managed to squeeze myself in-between two old women. I prayed my Foster Father came so I could leave immediately. I felt so cold and the smell of fuel became so strong and unbearable. Fear gripped me but I had to manage. The fuel station became flooded. Some of us almost had all our legs submerged in water. We held on to each other. I had to carry my bag to prevent my phone and belongings from getting wet. Some few minutes of standing there, I heard my phone rang. I tried to reach for it from my bag. I fetched it, checked the name and it was my Foster Father. I tried to answer; accidentally I had a push from behind and the phone fell into the water. I quickly picked it up but realized it had gone off. My instincts told me to leave there to look for my Foster Father. I felt within my spirit he might have changed his mind and was calling to inform me. I had no other option than to leave the fuel station. I got out of the crowd and heard my name mentioned across the street. It was my Foster Father. He came down from his car, assisted me with his umbrella and hurriedly ushered me to his car. He told me he had changed his mind and that he would be buying the fuel on his way to work the following day. Just a few kilometers away, close to the now VVIP Station we heard an explosion. It was so strong that the back screen of our car got cracked. We all screamed Jesus! We sped off without looking back. My Foster Father drove all the way to Tesano Police Station before stopping. It was there we heard the news all over that the very Fuel Station I took shelter had exploded and hundreds had been burnt to ashes. I became terrified and all of a sudden I felt feverish. For once, I saw a man cry. My Foster Father wept like baby. He held my hands and whispered to me, “God has saved us.” It was after this experience I realized God was closer to me than I had ever thought.

. Deep within my heart I felt my baby wouldn’t survive. I fell on my belly when the accident happened. I prayed to God to take my life and give my unborn child a chance to live. The Doctors knew they had only one option: that is to save only a life. They either save one life or lose the two. The delivery section was over and miraculously God saved my child and He saved me too. How I paid my bills was a miracle…