I
grasped my chest with my left hand and I tried to steady myself with my right,
as the first jolt of pain ripped through me. I silently gasped for air and
thought to myself, so this is what it
feels like to die, as my knees began to buckle.
“Bidemi!
Oh my God! Bidemi!” Bode yelled as he reached out to grab me.
Maybe
it was the sound of his voice, or the touch of his hand, but in an...
