I had a motorcycle accident on Thursday.
Friday was my birthday so I thought of going to KFC or Secret Recipe around the neighbourhood. It was going to be a short trip to and fro so I didn't tell anyone about me going out.
The first roundabout from our house was exactly after a quite steep road but that alone doesn't make it a dangerous spot. It's the small stones and layers of sand residue from the construction site beside it. So here I was, on my bike doing around 40kmph in a residential area like I always do and just when I was making my way out of the roundabout my tyres rolled over the small stones and the sand, losing me of my control and quickly threw me and the bike off balance.
I fell on my right side. There was no pain at first but when I lifted my hands I realised they were bleeding. My left hand bled the most. Then my right foot started to sting and exactly when I looked at it, I tore my jeans around the knee and I could see the abrasion wounds on it and my right toes.
For some minutes I was lying in agony on the tar and I was thinking that should no one pass by and offer help, I'd just try to restart my motorcycle and took myself home to get help from my housemates.
Luckily there was a group of men nearby hanging out and they saw me and my motorcycle lying on the road. They were the ones who came to help me sit on the pavement and checked my motorcycle for any damage - fortunately apart from some scratches and kinks, my motorcycle was fine and one of the gentlemen took it for a ride and declared it was rideable. Some minutes later, a housemate who was on his way to find food passed by and helped me ride to a nearby clinic - because he also rode on a motorcycle, the most he could do was clear the road for me from the incident area to the clinic.
For some minutes I was lying in agony on the tar and I was thinking that should no one pass by and offer help, I'd just try to restart my motorcycle and took myself home to get help from my housemates.
Luckily there was a group of men nearby hanging out and they saw me and my motorcycle lying on the road. They were the ones who came to help me sit on the pavement and checked my motorcycle for any damage - fortunately apart from some scratches and kinks, my motorcycle was fine and one of the gentlemen took it for a ride and declared it was rideable. Some minutes later, a housemate who was on his way to find food passed by and helped me ride to a nearby clinic - because he also rode on a motorcycle, the most he could do was clear the road for me from the incident area to the clinic.
I got an MC for two days. God only knows how painful it was the first night. The doctor who cleaned out my wounds prescribed me with antibiotics and painkillers. I think I took about 3 painkillers that night alone. I couldn't sleep. I could only doze off at around 5am.
At around 12pm I woke up. I turned on my phone and besides a few happy birthday messages I was shocked to receive a Whatsapp message from a colleague informing an accident befalling another colleague. His was apparently far more serious. He was hit by a car at a junction and his head hit the windscreen. Hours later a few more updates came in. He was detained in ICU and the doctor found out his brain was swollen and that he has been put in induced comma, for God knows how long.
I pray that he comes back to good health because he is a nice man and a nice friend.
