“God sees you, Uncle Micah. Your blessing is coming.”
He smiled. He’d stopped believing… until that fateful day.
Tuesday afternoon. Rush hour chaos.
Uncle Micah begged near Victoria Island traffic. Made only ₦200—hungry, heading “home” under the bridge.
At Crown Academy, Alex and Andrew bounced out, excited: “Daddy promised ice cream!”
Driver Mr. Bayo picked them up alone—nanny off sick, escort car delayed.
Traffic jam at Falomo Bridge. Boys whined: “We’re starving!”
Mr. Bayo hesitated. Boss said no stops… but quick shawarma spot nearby?
“Five minutes, boys. Stay locked inside.”
He dashed out.
Boys waited… then spotted a stray kitten by the car.
“So cute! Let’s pet it!”
Doors unlocked easily. They slipped out, chasing the kitten toward the lagoon embankment.
Kitten vanished down the slippery slope.
Boys followed—mud, rain-slick grass.
Andrew slipped first—plunged into the ferocious current.
“Andrew!” Alex jumped to save his twin.
Both swept under. Tiny arms flailing. Sinking.
Mr. Bayo returned—car doors open. Boys gone.
Panic. Search. Someone shouted: “By the water! Two kids!”
Crowd gathered. Screams. Phones out.
But the lagoon was notorious—claimed dozens yearly. No one jumped.